He held his old journal for a moment, then said softly, “I threw it out. It made me sad to remember who I was back then.” Tears blurred our vision. “You didn’t know how to trust,” I told him. Later that night, he thanked me for something as simple as dinner. “I’m just so thankful I get to eat every night,” he said. My heart broke so quietly, I couldn’t even look at him — and he thought he’d upset me.
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