They had tried to fix it so many times. The mended fences, the quiet promises whispered in the dark, the tears that swore things would be different. He had ignored the warning signs. Everyone else could see them—those glaring red flags waving violently in the wind. His friends told him to walk out that door, but he was blinded by hope and crippled by a memory of who they used to be.
He reached over to the passenger seat and picked up the small box of things she had left behind. He realized he had to bury all these memories, or they would bury him. Bailey Zimmerman - Where It Ends
And yet, all he ever really wanted was to be loved in return. They had tried to fix it so many times