you’re allowed this part.” I cage breath. “This part?” “Of life,” he clarifies. “The stomach-flipping, head-scratching moments where you feel like everything is going off the tracks.” Curiosity ignites me. “You’ve been here before?” He lifts his shoulders. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved,” he reminds me. “But I’ve had to right a lot of wrong-tracked trains in my early twenties.” I remember that we’re in this together, and I can’t imagine experiencing this part of life with another man.
