“I didn’t show you anything that wasn’t already there, Bee. And I’ll keep reminding you until we’re old and gray and these walls are crumbling around us.” Emotion chokes me, and I clench my fingers in his shirt. I want to keep him. I want to stay. He’s so good to me, and I’m hurting him, because despite all of his challenges, I’m still scared. Scared to see where this goes. Scared to get hurt. Terrified of letting him go.
