“Because,” he said, sliding his hands up to cup my face, “when I’m with you, I feel like myself. And somehow, when you look at me, I know that man is enough.” I slipped my arms around his waist and held him tight against me. “That’s because I love you, Seth.” Tears sparked in his gray-green eyes. “Why?” “Because… when I’m with you… I feel like everything’s going to be okay. Even when it’s not.”
