I let my fears and insecurities get in the way of fighting for the one thing I want most in this world.” “What do you want most in the world?” she whispers cautiously. I don’t want her to wonder what she means to me. I don’t want her to guess how much I care. So I bring my forehead to hers, needing to be as close to her as possible when I say this: “What I want most in the world is your love in return.” She caresses my cheek, her sweet breath tickling my skin. “Oh, meu amor, you have it.”
