“Yeah?” “I want to tell you something, but I’m scared.” “What are you scared of?” he asks gently. “What happens if things go wrong?” “And what if they go right?” he says, and it makes me want to explode with glee. “I’ll be here. Whenever you’re ready.” “Even if it takes me years?” I ask. “Even then. Look how great six months have been. Can you imagine six years?” He hooks his fingers around my chin, kissing me. “I’d say sixty, but I’ll be dead by then.”
