I’d never stopped loving her. Not even for a second. I might have hated her at the same time because I didn’t know, but the love was still there. “I get it all now,” I said quietly. Then, I strode over to her and knelt down so I could take her face in my hands. I leaned in and kissed her. I kissed her like I should have fifteen years ago. I kissed her with no reservations but with love and softness. I kissed her like I should have every damn day since I met her. I kissed her like I loved her, because I did.
