72. Here we are.

TASHA

I instantly perceive the distrust and self doubt he has about himself through his soft, stuttering voice. And my chest squeezes tightly. Painfully.

What!? How can he even ask me that!? No fucking way! He is the most beautiful soul I have ever known. A tough candy with that soft mushy cream right at the center. He is the strongest person I know. He is fucking smart. Kind. A lover. A fierce fighter who couldn't be beaten down. A very, irresistible, beautiful soul.

A blessing. My blessing. My pure blessing in human form.

I release my hand holding his wrist and cup his face instead, using both my hands. I stare deep into his eyes, burning with the need to capture and absorb every single emotion flowing through them. Through him.

"Since the moment you came into my life, Nate, I have known what a true blessing really is. And I am not just saying this to make you feel better. I am saying this because it is the truth. I realized so much I could do for myself to be better and not descend