““When I first met you, I was still trying to figure out who I wanted to be. Who I could be.” I lift my head to look at him. He’s watching me, his expression unreadable, his posture tense. “You showed me so much of that,” I say. “So much more than I even knew existed. You showed me how to be free, and what it feels like to be safe and wanted and loved. You showed me how to love . How to stop being afraid. How to fight for what I want. Especially when what I wanted most was you.””