“You can let me go all you want in the hope it’ll convince me to move on, but you’d be wrong to do that, because I can tell you I’ll never be able to love anyone the way I love you. Letting you go would not bring me any happiness, cariño.” He brushes the back of his knuckles against my cheek, making my eyelids flutter. “Quite frankly, it would kill me, and I would never get over it. That, I can promise.”
