“I used to know everything about you. What made you laugh, what made you upset. The way you bounced on your toes when you were excited about something.” He smiled. “I knew the real you. Underneath everything you layered on yourself, I knew who you were inside.” He reached out a hand, then let it drop to his side. “It’s been twenty years, Jessie. I want... you. So much it hurts. That has never changed. Not since the very first day.”
