“No” he said, as he brushed away her kiss. “It’s not right.”
Her cheeks wore the trails of fresh tears through dry skin “Why not?” she asked, looking up through glossy swollen eyes.
“I feel like… you need to know. I need you to know. I feel like you need to know that you acted selfishly through our entire relationship. I always told myself that it wasn’t your fault, that you were just oblivious. I told myself that I was being overly sensitive and that you would eventually come around. Or understand. Or something. But you didn’t—and you wont. And I don’t think you will until you find someone that you love… as deeply as I loved you. I think that you’ll look up to that person, and feel that person in every beat of your heart—in every decision you make. You’ll want to be near that person, even if its just for the moment. You’ll crave their touch, embrace their weirdness, and want to surprise them every day—just so they know that they’re cherished.
I guess I don’t think you were selfish, but I do think that you were oblivious. I just can’t imagine being oblivious to the person you love.”