“I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and if we have to hand-fast one year at a time, so be it. We’ll come back to this spot next year and the year after that, and so on. If this is what it takes to make you mine, I will hand-fast to you again and again and again. I love you.” The moths in my stomach took flight. My lashes fluttered. I pressed my hand to his cheek. “I love you, too.”
