“Do you think,” he speaks with a raw voice, “that maybe not now, but someday you could find a way to love me and stay?” The answer comes to me as steady as a heartbeat. I nod my head with an enthusiastic yes and the hope that springs from acknowledging the possibility of an easy-breathing kind of love with Danny sends a fresh wave of tears coursing down my cheeks. “When?” he asks, with a flicker of hope in his sad eyes. “When I don’t feel so lost in your world,” I say. “And when you’re not the center of mine.”
