“It’s you,” I said. “I don’t want to leave you.” “Me?” I nodded. “You want me?” I giggled at his bewildered expression. “That’s what I’m saying.” He paused a moment. “How—But—What did I do?” “I don’t know,” I said with a shrug. “I just think that we’d be a good us.” He smiled slowly. “We’d be a wonderful us.”
