“I don’t want to be your beginning, middle, and end. I want to be your bookends. The person you leave in the morning and come home to at night. The person who takes care of you but allows you to be you. I want you to fit me in your life. I want you to let me be a part of yours. I want you to let me love you.” Cruz’s hands frame my face and he bends his knees so his eyes are level with mine. “I love you, Maddix Hart. I love your quirkiness. I love that you love your family. I love your family and how they love you. I have loved watching you grow over the past few months into the woman you are
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