I love you.” “Wow,” she breathes softly. “You’ve never said that before.” “I was scared to say it. But… I’m not anymore.” I take both her hands in mine. “I want you to worry about me, Emma. I want you to wait up for me and ask me what the fuck I’m doing. I want you to be there for me when I’m old and gray. I want you in every conceivable way and I will forever.”
