“I’m sorry.” “For what?” “For being so needy, clingy,” I tell him. “I don’t know what it is, but the thought of being in a different room from you… I don’t like it.” “Ellie, if you want to spend the rest of our lives in the same room together, you will not hear me complain about it. I like having you close.” “It’s no way to live…” I shake my head. “It could be.”
