Mr.Wrong
For a moment, the tension in the air dissipated.
Owen was listening intently, and when I looked at him, my eyes grew misty with nostalgia. "You know, I have never seen two people as in love as my parents are. Even after twenty-six years of marriage, they’re still crazy about each other. That is the kind of love I have been searching for, but..." I shrugged helplessly, looking down at the table. "But all I have found is pain. I dated losers who gave me nothing but heartbreak. I have shed tears over people who never deserved them. I guess I am just not meant for that kind of love."
I felt the tears brimming in my eyes, and I hated myself for it. Why was I even telling him all this?
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