I wanted to ask him to forgive me. I wanted to ask him to hug me and kiss me and call me sweetheart again. Because now that I’d heard him call me that, I wanted to hear it for the rest of my life. But I wouldn’t. I wanted him to choose it, not give it to me because I demanded it. He’d had so many choices and decisions taken from him in the last twelve years and I wouldn’t take any more.
