“I don’t deserve you, and I know that. I broke your trust, but I’m too selfish to give you up. Just like I know you’re too stubborn to give up on me.” His voice trembles. “You saw the worst of me, and you still loved me.” “Love,” I correct, needing him to hear me. “Huh?” “You said loved, as in past tense.” I take a breath as I prepare to bare my soul to him. “There’s nothing past tense about how I feel about you, Miles. I’ve loved you since I was five years old.”
