Daniel looked at me.
“I’m not asking you to forgive me.”
“I know.”
“I’m not asking for another chance.”
“I know.”
“I just couldn’t let you believe I stopped loving you.”
I reached over and took his hand.
It felt thinner than I remembered.
“You should have trusted me enough to let me decide.”
A tear slipped down his cheek.
“I should have.”
“I don’t know what happens after this.”
“I don’t either.”
“But at least now,” I said softly, “the truth belongs to both of us.”
He nodded.
“So does the pain.”
“Yes.”
“So does the healing.”
He closed his eyes for a moment.
“I’ve missed you every day.”
“I know.”
He swallowed hard.
“If I had one more chance, I’d tell you the truth the first day.”
I squeezed his hand.
“If you had, I never would’ve left your side.”
For the first time in 2 years, I believed him.
