She can take my life. All of it. If she drinks me dry in exchange for five minutes more of life, I’d gladly give my future away for her. Five minutes so she could drink one last pumpkin spice latte, hug her friends, so I could show her that I love her more than anything in this realm or the next. That I’m not scared to be who I am anymore. I’m not my father. Because I love. I love her more than myself. And that’s something he could never understand.
