“How do you know it’s love and not obsession?” I perched my chin on his shoulder, peering into his face. “What’s the difference?” “Because I used to put my happiness before yours and thought I’d never let you go. I am now willing to let you go if it’s what makes you happy.” His head hung between his shoulders. “Your happiness comes before mine. You can leave if it suits you. I won’t stop you. I’ll sign the papers.”
