Were you mine?
"You really mean it?"
"With everything I've got," Jake said, moving closer until he was right beside my bed. He reached out, hesitating before gently taking my hand. "You are my life. You are my rock. Always have been. I just need to see you, feel you, feel your scent, your presence. I want to be alive again, Lea. I am. living as a walking dead. "