“You love me,” she whispered. “For real?” “I love you. For real. No simulated affection or love ever again, because with you, I don’t need to simulate. You dragged that dead part of me out of the past and revived it. I didn’t die fifteen years ago, but I didn’t live either … until you.” She held even tighter on to me. “I love you, Nino. A part of me died six years ago, but you helped me live again.”
