“Why are you fighting this?” “Why are you pushing it?” “Because you’re it for me, Erin. If I’m not the one for you, tell me now because I’m starting to feel like a fool.” Her brow digs down. “Do you understand what you’re asking for? What you think you want? I have baggage.” “Who doesn’t?” I lean in and pinch her chin, forcing her to look at me. “I want your baggage. All your good and your bad. I want to be the keeper of your pain, joy, and tears. I want to be another reason you smile when you come home. I want you to be my pleasure, my purpose. You’re my dream, Erin. You’re the reason I break
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