“I pick you.” I squeeze my eyes tighter, feeling him, the change in his breath, the shift of his stance to balance us, the edge of his list folded in my palm. “I love you. So freaking much.” My best friend. My whole damn world. Standing right here and hugging me back with all his strength. I sniffle, tears slipping out and rolling down my cheeks. “I don’t know why I’m always crying around you. I’m always feeling so much. Like it’s leaking out all over, and jeez . . .” I hiccup on my words. “I can’t hold it in.”
