“I love you so much. I’m terrified that I won’t always be enough for you.” As soon as I admit the words out loud, I accept how potent my fear still is, despite the ring on my finger, despite our conversations about this in the past. “That’s not possible.” “How do you know?” He wraps me in his arms. “Because I’ve already had everything else, and none of it feels a fraction as good as you do.”
