“Twelve years ago, you asked me to marry you,” I whisper. Breathe. “I remember,” he says with a sad smile. “And I pushed you away.” “Yeah,” he rasps. “I remember that, too.” “I need you to know why I said no, when I loved you so much, when all I wanted was to say yes.” Sam wraps his arms around me and draws me to him, his warm chest against mine. “I wanted you to say yes, too.”
