“Thank you for always being my best friend,” I say, past the lump in my throat. “For always being there when I need you.” “I don’t want to be there when you need me.” He tightens his hold on me. “I want to be here, with you, for everything. I love you.” “I love you too.” I pull away from him and open the door. “I’ll always love you, but I won’t wait for you.”
