One day, five years from now, if he were stopped on the street and asked to talk about the love of his life, what would he say? Presuming he was thinking about me, of course. Would he say that he’s never met anyone like me? That I make him feel like a different, better, version of himself? That he feels safe when he’s with me? I wonder if he’ll ever love me the way I love him. I wonder if he’s even capable of a love that deep.
