I wasn’t prepared for this. Jesus, Danni, I’ve never put myself in such a powerless, vulnerable position.” “Sounds like love,” I say softly. He stares at me, with something akin to desperation in his eyes. “Love isn’t a choice, you know.” I finger the fabric of the wedding dress. “You can’t control it. It just…happens, and you better hold on for dear life, because you never know when you’ll lose it.”
