a majority of the internet thinks what I did is romantic.” “It is romantic.” I reached between us and laced my fingers through his. His warmth traveled up my arm and settled in the vicinity of my heart. “But I’m sorry you missed it. I know how much it meant to you.” “I’m not,” he said simply. “It doesn’t mean as much as being with you.” Emotion tangled in my chest. I didn’t trust myself to respond with words, so I squeezed his hand and looked out the window while I gathered my composure.
