Tex buried his nose in my hair, breathing me in. “I know, baby. That’s the beautiful thing about love, though. You step into someone's arms for the first time, and from that moment, you’ll never know if the next embrace will be the last time. Because there’ll always be a last time. It might be tomorrow, or in twenty years, or a hundred. But the love you feel in those arms every single time makes the pain worth it, because then you’ll know that you loved them with your whole heart. My arms might not be around you forever, but my love will be with you always, even when I’m gone.”
