He stood up, standing over me. “I love you,” he said again. “But I’ll let you go.” He started to walk away, my heart ripping in two, and I shook my head. No. He couldn’t let me go. He couldn’t move on without me. Everything we’d been through—everything—meant something. It all meant something. Didn’t it? This wasn’t where we ended. Nothing was over. “Will you marry me?” I asked, breathing hard and my heart hammering.
