“I don’t know…what you expect to come from all this.” He rubs the back of his neck before dropping it to his side again. “What do you want?” So many things. But the most important is…to not lose you. “For you to forgive me,” I whisper. “It doesn’t need to be today or tomorrow or next week or in a month. But I want your forgiveness, however long it takes to get it.”
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