I would never betray you, ever. You have to know that. Know that right here,” he says, taking one of my hands and resting it against his heart. “This belongs to you, only you. I need you more than I need air in my lungs, or the feeling of water around me on a hard day. If you don’t want me though, I’ll understand and I’ll let you go.” Even though I think he believes his words, I don’t. They seem to physically hurt him just by uttering them. He may let me go physically, but I’m not sure he would emotionally.
