In that moment I’m able to accept the inevitability of how I feel, though not with joy. I need to talk to someone. I need to trust someone. And for whatever reason, I know, I know it’s her.
They’re mesmerizing separately and together, and together they do something that you rarely get to see anymore, which is just explode with chemistry.
“I fell in love with him. […] I stay with him because I choose to, every day that I wake up, every day that we fight or lie to each other or disappoint each other. I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.”
I wake with his name on my lips: Will.