“What are you struggling with? Do you love her?” “Of course. More than anything. I just don’t know if I’m cut out for the whole white picket fence bullshit. I don’t know if that’s me. But I know I want to spend my life with her.” It felt good to say it to him. He’d been more like a father to me than anyone. I respected him. Hell, he was one of the most decent people I’d ever known.
