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For those who desperately want to be held, but fear the vulnerability that comes with admitting they might not be the strongest version of themselves when they are all alone.
“You’re like a toddler sometimes.” His response had her jaw dropping open. “Excuse me?” “I used to have to make sure I never phrased something as a question to Mikey, because he would always take the easy way out.” “That’s not what I’m doing.” She folded her arms across her chest. “That’s exactly what you are doing, Red. You’re choosing not to open up to me.” She nodded. “I‘m supposed to be invisible, Gage. That’s how I like it.”
“You’ve never been invisible to me.”
“I think the sad reality is that every woman has been hurt in some way or another by the time she gets to be my age.”
Sloane. I don’t like it one fucking bit, and it’s probably going to drive me mad with worry, but I respect it. The only thing I know for sure out of this whole thing is that you are not broken.”
“Sloane. You. Are. Not. Broken. You are not a fraud. You’re scared. I don’t know what from, but I want to. I want to be someone you trust with that truth.”
“The belief that as long as someone was remembered, as long as their stories were shared, as long as their names were said and celebrated, they lived on.”
No one teaches you how to say goodbye. Did I do it right? How was I supposed to fit a lifetime of ‘I love you’s into that moment? I just wanted them to come back. Wanted to tell them the greatest thing I ever got to do wasn’t in a war theater halfway around the world. It wasn’t in a uniform, following commands. The greatest honor I ever had was being a husband and a father. And in the blink of an eye, it was all gone.”
I fucking love you, Sloane. So yeah, I would go with you wherever you needed to be to feel safe. I would do that for you in a fucking heartbeat.”
