“You’re so goddamn beautiful, Wendy,” I tell her, because I need her to know. I need her to know that there hasn’t been a single moment, from the minute we met, when I’ve looked at her and didn’t lose my balance at how perfect she is. “Sometimes it’s so hard to look at you because I’m scared that if I do for too long, I’ll never stop. Because God knows I never would if I could.”
