He gently took it from my hands and flipped it over. Inscribed into the back, on each side of the cross, were our names. Quasim on one end Blair on the other end. “If we keep this at the center of us, we don’t ever have to worry about this foundation being faulty. I played games, fell back, and allowed you to think you were in this alone, and I’m sorry for that, my love. I’m here now, and not going anywhere. I’m telling you now that I’m in this.”
oh quasimmy you sweetheart…UGH you can’t tell me he doesn’t love blair, you just can’t!
