And as I recite the words, the anxiousness inside me settles. Because everything I’m saying … well, it’s technically true. Rich or poor? He’s my guy. If he’s healthy, we’ll cause shit together, and if he’s sick, I’ll distract him until he’s better. I do treasure him, because I honestly believe there’s no one on earth who gets me like he does. The idea of choosing one person to spend my whole life with is scary. But as long as Tripp is always there, I know I can get through anything.
