Craving The Wrong Brother
“I’ll love you in sickness, health, thickness, lankiness—whatever you throw at me. You could gain two hundred pounds, and I’d still think you were the most beautiful woman alive.”
She scoffs, but I can see the pleased smile she’s trying to hide. “Save your vows for the wedding, Knox.”
“Those aren’t vows,” I correct her. “They’re facts.”
“What’s the difference?”
“Well, facts don’t need faith. They just are. Vows are promises about the future, things you hope you’ll be able to keep. But what I just said? That’s not hope. That’s certainty. I have all the faith in the world in my ability to keep loving you no matter what life throws at us.”