“I want to stay together,” he blurts out. I stare at him. “You do?” “Yeah.” He rubs his eyes with the balls of his hands, then looks back up at me. “I was miserable after our conversation earlier. I don’t want to live without you. Ever. I’m sad about… the way things are. With us. But I’m not giving up. I love you too much.” “Oh,” I say. “And,” he adds, “I think you still love me too.” My cheeks grow warm. “You’re right. I do. I really, really do.” He takes my hand in his. “I knew it.”
