“Corrie, I love you.” What was this? Was he . . . was he saying goodbye? “Ford, please just relax. Conserve your energy.” “I want you to know,” he continued, completely ignoring her pleas, “these last few weeks have been the best weeks of my life. You brought adventure to my life. Passion. A reason to live. I’d say I’m sorry for everything I’ve done, and in many ways I am, but . . . I’m not sorry for any of those moments I had with you. And I’m not sorry that I fell in love with you.”
