So you know why.
Even more, I had never meant to love him. One thing I truly knew - knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest - was how love gave someone the power to break you. I'd been broken beyond repair.
You want to know what makes me love you more than I loved him? It's because when he got me I was perfectly unused, I was fearless and a hopeless romantic. When you got me I was battered and bruised, afraid of the world, and cynical about love...yet you didn't leave.