“There hasn’t been anyone since you. Since that night eight years ago. You’re all I could think about, even when you would barely speak to me, and I deserved it, and I didn’t think you would ever be mine.” He pulls back, eyes begging me to understand what he’s saying. I do. I’m caught between disbelief, fierce need, and enormous, all-consuming love. “No one else?” He shakes his head. “No one. Not since you. I never wanted to be with anyone else. Only you. It’s only ever been you.”
