“I don’t know who I’m supposed to be,” I told him. “I don’t think anyone does. And being with you isn’t a compromise for me. It’s…it’s what I want. Otherwise I wouldn’t have fucking asked you to marry me.” Oliver gave a little smile. “Yes, that was quite the gesture.” “I know, right?” I risked smiling back. “Didn’t think I had it in me. I must really love you or something.”
