“But you have your brothers. You don’t need me.” I think for a second about how to best describe it. “My club is the air I breathe, but you’re the blood in my veins. If you left, I could breathe, but everything inside me would shrivel up and die. You’re my only reason for living.” She straddles my lap as if that’s all she needed to hear to be okay with her decision. “I love you.” “I love you too.”
