"You think that's what he would really want?"
Aaron laughed. "In love, you have to be a little selfish. You have to love yourself a little more sometimes. Or you end up losing them when you actually had a chance."
I sighed, using my left hand to wipe my tears away.
"What about you, then? Why are you not being selfish?"
He shrugged. "My situation is different. He wants you. You don't want me. In as much as you have to be selfish, you don't play a losing game. Or pursue lost causes."
I nodded, then leaned, keeping my head on the bed. "I really love him, Aaron. It feels a little suffocating now that he is not here, and I know he is not at fault. It's mine. I pushed him away."
"Stop crying. We will figure something out."
Aaron adjusted his body, so he could sleep. I understood that he was exhausted. He had been through a lot for both of us.
