“And when we graduate?” He presses his face into my hair. “We figure it out. I’m not letting you go, vanilla. I need you too much.” My heart does a free-fall and I pray that this time, he doesn’t let it splatter on the ground near his feet. My trust is a bruised and battered thing. But I think I love the boy standing in front of me. And I think he loves me, too. Neither one of us knows how to say it. Words don’t feel like they’ll ever be enough. But Roman said he needs me, so I take a leap of faith and let my truth pass over my lips, whisper soft. “Maybe we need each other.”
