He turns his head to face the misted glass wall as he brings his hand up and begins…writing something. In a state of confusion, I watch his finger write the letter “I” and then move to another word, “love,” and finally he writes “you.” My breath catches in my throat, and I fight to swallow the lump forming. Realization hits me hard as it begins to sink in. “Is that defined enough for you, Felicity? I’m completely in love with you.”
