Only Ever You

Prologue

Sloan

I loved a boy once. With my whole heart.

For a very long time, actually.

So much that I would have died for him. Even though that’s not what he wanted. He wanted me to live and breathe and feel. And once upon a time, he wanted to do all those things with me.

Sometimes I think about taking out a pen, scratching out all the words of our life together, and trying to rewrite a story where he’s a villain. But it’s just not true.

He loved me with his whole heart, too. And I think that’s what makes it so hard. Because even though I gave, and gave, and gave—it wasn’t enough. And in the end, a part of me withered away; maybe it died, or maybe it just went to sleep for a long, long nap when he left.

I can’t be certain, but I’ve never been quite the same, and I don’t think I ever will be.

But I do know love isn’t a mistake I’ll be making again.