She sighed as she grabbed the next letter. “Because he mattered.”
“What?” I looked at her before reaching over and grabbed a cracker.
“He mattered. Like really mattered. His opinion, his time, his feelings for you. All of it mattered to you.” She grabbed my hand and squeezed. “And it hurts because you loved him…by the looks of it, may still love him.”
I growled. “I shouldn’t though. He broke me.”
My mom sighed. “From the sounds of it. It wasn’t his choice.”
I woke up with swollen eyes and dried drool on my chest from where my mother was curled up on me. I would have laughed if it wasn’t so sad. I wiped at my tender eyes and my mom lifted her head. “Hey baby.” She pushed up and saw her drool. She giggled. “Sorry.” She pushed all the way up and pulled her hair back. “How are you feeli
