Between two worlds
There was no tension, no unspoken words hanging heavy.
Leo took my hand, his grip gentle but sure. “You know,” he said, his voice low, “I used to think love was supposed to be easy. That if it got hard, it wasn’t worth it.”
“And now?” I asked, watching him.
He looked at me, his eyes clear and honest. “Now I know that love is work. It’s choosing someone, over and over again, even when it’s hard. Especially when it’s hard.”
I stopped walking and turned to face him. “And you’re still choosing me?”