“One day. I will. Even if it takes me years.” Years? It sounds like I’m assuming we’ll be together for that long. I open my mouth to clarify my slip, but he speaks first. “Even if it takes you forever,” he rephrases, his eyes bearing on my heart. “Are you ready?” He means for the handstand competition. But beneath his words there is so much more. Am I ready for a life with him? “Yes.” I nod, without hesitation. “I’m more than ready.”
