“Right now, it doesn’t go to anything, but I was thinking maybe one day we can get it made for our house—” Her pink lips parted on a gasp. I shut my eyes and powered on. “You think I want to get rid of you, or throw you back.” I shook my head. “Callie, if you want to use a fishing metaphor, then you’d be the river, not the fish inside it. You cut a path through me, filled it, and now it’s always shifting and moving. I can’t wait to see what our life will look like someday, but for now, I’m happy taking it one day at a time.” She stepped forward and threw her arms around my neck. “I love you,
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