“So what are you afraid of? It’s obviously something.” “How do you know?” he asked, curious how she could be so certain, when he still had no clue himself. She smiled, and it was the kind of smile you give to someone who can make you want to throttle them and kiss them all at the same time. “Because I know you.” He thought about gathering her up in his arms, about how it would feel—and that’s when he realized what he was afraid of. It was that feeling, the hugeness of it, like staring into the sun. Like falling into the sun. “Losing myself,” he said. “What?” “That’s what I’m afraid of. Losing
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