“I’m not easy to love,” I find myself saying. “Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done. The hard part is that you won’t let me.” Reaching up to softly cup my face, he continues, “My love isn’t fickle, Dahlia. I’m not afraid to fight for you. For us. Every second of every day, if that’s what it takes. I’m not afraid of imperfection or reality. I’m not afraid of your broken pieces.” He runs his thumb along my cheek. “I’m broken too, but together, we can be whole.” Everett smiles, emotion glistening behind his amber eyes. “You’re everything I’ve been searching for my entire life and never
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