“On paper, we don’t have a lot in common,” he said. “That’s true. But I’m twenty-nine. I’m not a kid anymore. I know the importance of what we have, and what we can be. Maybe at first glance we’re different.” He lifted his hand and lightly pressed it over her heart. “But here, we’re the same. I’ve spent nine years trying to fill the gap that you left behind, but I can’t replace you and I don’t want to. I wouldn’t make the same mistake and risk losing you again.”
