I can’t or else I’m going to turn into a puddle of mush again. “For you, Rory, I’d gather every star in this sky and string them high somewhere only for you, just to see you smile like that again.” Fuck! I thought about it. It was cheesy. Beyond so. Something straight out of one of those Hallmark movies. And yet…I felt my knees buckle under me. If not for the railing, I would have gone down hard and fast, and I’m not so certain I’d have been embarrassed by it.
