“Now? Now I’m stuck between never wanting to feel that hurt again and really wanting to feel that kind of soul-destroying love again.” His hand comes up to cup my face, and his thumb brushes over my bottom lip as the gaze from his eyes penetrates me. “You’ll always be everything to me. No matter how many years apart. It could be eighty, sweetheart, and you’d still be my end game. That will never change.”
