He was as stubborn as a thorn, and I knew one day if he left, I’d feel that ache forever. Like Mama had said though, some things were worth the inevitable pain. And if there was one thing I was coming to recognize about Robin Johnson, it was the fact that knowing him—for however long I would be blessed to know him—would be worth every resulting heartache. Maybe that was love. Accepting that one day you might lose the person that made your heart full, but choosing them anyway. The deeper I sank, the harder it would be to heal, but I was at peace with that.
