“And I also know that I’ve said this same speech probably… thirty times, but you have to know I’m not fucking around anymore. I want you, always. Fights, makeups, hell, you can even break up with me and move out of our place once a week; just promise me you’ll come back, and I won’t even complain about it.” I take a few breaths and look across the table at her. “Well, I won’t complain much.” “Hardin, I can’t believe you’re saying all of this.” She leans in, her voice a whisper. “I… it’s everything I wanted.” Her eyes fill with tears.
