An emotion of great delight de Tahereh Mafi
Because I can’t do this anymore. I can’t take it anymore. I can’t see you every day and just pretend this isn’t killing me.” “You have to.” He went suddenly still. I watched it happen, watched him stiffen, then straighten, in real time. And then, two words, so raw they might’ve been ripped out of his chest: “I can’t.” |