“But I guess that’s where we differ, because despite the sorrow, and the anguish, despite my shredded, bleeding heart, I would still choose to love you, Finnleah. I would still hope and dream to fall in love with you in this life and the next and the one after. I would still look for your face amidst the crowds day after day. I would still wake up each day wishing to care for you.” I glanced at the celebrating crowds dancing and singing far in the field. “But the truth is you’d rather be afraid, than be with me. And that’s one battle I cannot win,”
