“What if it’s two years in and I’m here and you’re wherever and you realize it’s not worth it? That I’m not worth it?” I take a step forward, pulling her into my arms. I don’t care that I’m supposed to be giving her space to think, she’s cold and upset and I can’t stand that. “You really think that?” I say. “You’re my princess, you’re worth the whole world.” She presses her lips together. “I’m nobody special.” “And I’m just some guy who’s good at throwing a ball.”
