“I love you,” I said again. I pulled out the words I’d said in that Dallas dressing room, when he was crying because I’d broken his heart for the second time. Never, ever, in his life would he cry because I’d hurt him, I vowed. Never again. “You are everything to me. You mean everything to me. Let’s do this, Shea. Let’s build our lives together. Please, will you marry me?”
I’m CRYING
