Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Keane
Day Ten
Today in therapy, they asked me what I love most about Ophelia Foster. So here I am, thinking about why I love her so much. Why I can’t live without her and the pain of knowing she belongs to someone else is crushing me.
She loved me. Unconditionally, unapologetically, endlessly. And let’s be honest, I’m not the easiest person to love. I know that. But she did it anyway.
She was the only person who actually saw me—the real me, not the me everyone else wanted me to be. She didn’t try to fix me. She put up with my moods, my self-destruction, and my endless ability to ruin everything good in my life. If there’s a medal for patience, it should have her name engraved on it. She believed in me more than I believed in myself. But now I wonder if I only kept going because she refused to let me quit.