“I try to explain. “Every time I’m af-af-afraid of something – ” I hiccup “ – you just t-take it away.” “Sweetheart, what were you afraid of?” “That I l-love you. That I f-feel so much for you in such a short time and I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to. I don’t know what would have happened to me if I hadn’t met you. I honestly don’t.” I sniffle and look down at the soggy tissue in my hands. “I’m not explaining myself very well.”
