I kept thinking about what she wanted to tell me in person. Her voice last night had shifted when I asked her what it was. It wasn’t distant or cold, but it carried weight. For a moment I wondered if she was going to tell me that she doesn’t love me the way I love her. I don’t think that is it. I know the way she looks at me when she forgets to guard herself. I know she feels something. But I also know she is afraid. And honestly, if I were in her place, I might be too. To start over again, to trust someone with your stability, to risk losing everything you rebuilt from nothing — that would shake anyone. I have never been uprooted the way she has, but even imagining it makes me uneasy. The fact that she survived that and still stands steady is proof of her strength.Today was not about fear. Today was the first of the two days I had asked for. The first day of loving her openly, without bargaining, without expectation. I wasn’t asking her to choose me. I just wanted to show her what c
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