“I need you to know that I will never love another. I need you to know.…” he trailed off, swallowing. It took every ounce of strength I had left to not look away from him again, but I feared falling apart soon. “You are every breath, every whisper, every dream, every nightmare,” he continued hoarsely, “The ghost of you will forever haunt me—the ghost of what could be.”
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