What do you give the man who steadied you through storms and then hands you back the sky? I need something that says “thank you” without screaming “I’m in love with you.” Blair doesn’t acquire objects; he assumes responsibilities. His gift to me—that he doesn’t even know he gave—was a space on his line, a seat next to him on the plane, wanting my opinion. He gave me his trust. I want to give him… everything. How do you wrap love in paper and a bow? What do you give the man whose heartbeat I can still feel against my cheek, even though he’s never held me that way?
