A long time ago, I would’ve said love was too hard. I would’ve said I’d never felt it. But as I take in my surroundings, the sterile hospital bed, my injured ass in a cast, the bouquet of flowers at my side, I realize this is what love is. It’s not about grand gestures or spouting bullshit sonnets of forever. It’s showing up when they need you. It’s taking care of each other and stepping up like Brady did for Kit when my chopper went down. It’s respecting each other’s careers and life goals, even if it means you have to be apart. What Kit, Brady, and I have is love.
