♛*sighs heavily* How can you ask such a thing? I’ll pretend you didn’t just call my former lover “insane,” and I’ll pretend you didn’t just suggest that Louis could so easily be cast aside, like some used piece of chewing gum. I mean, yes, while being hopelessly devoted to him, I admit I have my flings with others, but he’s the one… he knows how much he means to me.

What Nicolas and I shared – it’s over. Long over. Just scar tissue now. Can never be rekindled. We were something, everything, to each other once. He made it absolutely clear in what ended up being our last meeting that he wanted nothing to do with me, that I had failed him in so many ways. Perhaps he was right. I would have gone back for him, I asked if I should go back for him, he didn’t want me.
And you know what? He failed me, too. He led me to believe that he wanted to succeed in Paris, but every success we had was secretly a thorn in his side, and he was riddled with wounds before we were ever separated.
I failed him. But I have to believe that I helped him get some joy out of life in our brief time together, because he taught me what love could be. I have to believe that wasn’t a one-sided thing.
I gave him what I could. I’ve closed those chapters.
