“You think I’m all these good things?” he asked, his voice shaky as he placed the notebooks down on the coffee table. “No. I think you’re more.” I moved closer to him and wrapped my arms around his body. He put his hands on my lower back, holding me in place. “I’m sorry you’re so sad, Landon.” “Too sad. It’s too much for you.” “You’re never too much. I love your happy, and I love your sad. I love your light, and I love your dark. I love you. Every script, every page, every revision, every draft.”
