“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.” “Also,” I say, “I think this dining room would make a really great bedroom.” For the first time, maybe in years, I see his eyes light up. “I think so too.” And so we sit there for the next hour, holding hands, and making plans for the future.
