If I don’t give you the chance to leave right now, then I don’t know,” he says, shrugging. I want us to share all of that together because it’s what makes you happy, because you wake up every day glad that you’re with me, because you have the freedom to choose the life you want, and you choose our life together. “But I don’t want you to share those things with me because you have to, because you feel it’s right to honor a promise we made months ago. But now everything is different, everything has changed. Ever since I met him I’ve wanted that, too. I want to tell him that I want that, too.
And I love coming home to you at night, seeing you reading a book, bundled up in a sweater and huge socks even though you have the heat up to eighty-eight degrees. I love waking up with you on Sunday mornings when we don’t have any plans.
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