He’s filled every inch of this place with him, and I don’t mean that physically. Him just being here, making this place his home, our home. Don’t cry! “Do you like it?” he asks hesitantly. “I’m having a moment here, and I’m trying to remain calm,” I honestly say. I’m doing my best to regulate my emotions and not go off anytime I feel overwhelmed by how much he cares about me. I look up at him, and my world steadies. “I l…like you. I like you a lot.”
