When Kyle asked me, what love was supposed to be, all I could think was—he really was hopeless.He had loved me once, truly, and I had loved him just as deeply. So how could he stand there and pretend he did not know what love looked like?My voice was calm, but unwavering, “Love was me at fourteen, waking up at three or four every morning to make bread, rain or shine, just so I could earn enough to take care of you.“Love was you at fifteen, bloodied and broken from fighting off thugs for my sake, and still holding me afterward, telling me not to be afraid.“Love was me at eighteen, dropping to my knees and begging, putting a price on my dignity, nearly selling myself, just to scrape together enough money for your surgery.“Love was you at twenty, even after becoming the Gill family’s young master, with eyes and heart only for me, cherishing me, protecting me, and daring to defy your family for my sake.“Love was me at twenty-four, stepping into the Gill’s place for you, endurin
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