“You don’t have to talk to me. I don’t want to put you in crisis. I don’t want to tear you apart. I just want you to be happy.” She started to cry and I pulled her into my arms, letting her rest her head on my shoulder. We were both freezing and she started to shake, but I wasn’t moving. I would freeze to death out here. I would let all my fingers and toes turn black and fall off from frostbite. I would stay here and hold my girl.
