Too Late To Love Me I Already Left With His Twins (Lydia and Dave) novel Chapter 251

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Dave sitting beside me while I worked.

Dave explaining Something complicated until I finally understood it.

Dave encouraging me when I doubted myself.

Dave being the person whose opinion somehow mattered more than everyone else’s.

Then I wrote:

I admired him deeply.

I didn’t cross it out.

For Theo, I struggled.

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Silence

Lydia POV

Not because I didn’t like him.

Because admire felt like too big a word.

Eventually, I wrote:

I don’t think “admire” describes it.

Then:

I’m happy when I see him doing well. It feels almost like watching an older brother? No. Younger brother. Like seeing someone I care about finally figuring his life out.

I frowned.

Again with the younger brother thing.

“Interesting.”

I circled it.

Seventh: If romance disappeared tomorrow, would I still want this person in my life?

This one was easy.

Theo absolutely.

I smiled.

I’d still want him around. But honestly, I don’t know if he’d want that.

I hesitated.

Because that thought actually hurt a little.

Then Dave.

I almost laughed.

Romance disappeared years ago and he’s still in my life. So… obviously.

I underlined obviously.

Eighth: Am I attracted to him-or attracted to how he makes me feel about myself?

I stared at that question.

Then dropped the pen onto the mattress.

“No.”

I picked it back up.

“Nope.”

I dropped it again.

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“This is stupid.”

eached for my phone.

Maybe I could just call Dr. Sana and tell her the exercise was psychologically abusive.

My hand hovered over her contact.

Then I put the phone down.

“No.”

I picked up the pen again.

“I am a fighter.”

I took a breath.

Fine.

Dave.

I stared at the blank space.

Then wrote:

I’m always attracted to that man.

I paused.

Then, despite myself, smiled.

He looks ridiculously good. Always has. Which probably explains why I didn’t want to cohabit with him.

I laughed quietly.

That sounded ridiculous.

But it was true.

Living with Dave had been dangerous for reasons that had nothing to do with arguments.

The man could walk into a room looking like that and expect me to behave normally?

Please.

Then I wrote Theo’s name.

I love how he makes me feel.

My expression softened.

He makes me feel things I think I should have experienced in my early twenties. Excitement. Anticipation. Being pursued. Being spoiled. Being wanted without having to question it.

I paused.

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