"I loved you," she said.
He sighed, "I know you did, and I loved you. But I wasn't right for you."
"That wasn't your choice to make, it was mine. I decide who I spend my life with and I cannot tell you how many times I prayed to God begging for that to be you. But you left, you left because you thought you knew what was best for me when it was you who was best for me."
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