“Yes… I did.” She squeezes my arms. “Let me own it. Cody, I love you. I loved you long before you were my husband. I should’ve screamed yes when you got on your knee and asked me to move with you. I’m the idiot who thought loving you more meant loving myself less…but I like the version of me that loves you. She cries a lot and is constantly at a loss for words. She’s nervous all the time and a little clumsy. She’s unsure of the life choices she’s made.” “And you like that?” I raise a brow.
