“Michael,” he murmured, holding my shirt so I couldn’t leave. “If I asked you to love me forever, would you?” Forever . . . “I will already love you forever,” I replied, still unsure what he was getting at. “No, if I asked you if you’d be with me forever . . .” His tired brown eyes met mine. “Would you be with me forever? If I asked. Because I’m asking. Love me forever. Say you will. Because I will only want you until the day I die. There is no one else for me. There’s nothing else for me but you. Forever. Michael.”
