“I love you,” she burrows further into me. “I love you. I belong to you. I meant every word I said.” “Then remain my wife,” I plea, unable to help myself. “Keep your promises, your vows to me.” “Don’t do that,” she whispers. “Okay.” I relent easily and pull her to me, and we cling to each other, her tears coming freely as she cries into my shoulder.
