if I were to lose you, it would kill me.”
“You’re not going to lose me,” she whispers.
“I love you, but even those words seem too simple to describe how I feel about you. It’s an ache, right here in my chest, but it’s an ache that you don’t want to end. I look at you, and I’m calm. I hold you and I’m complete.
“Loving you, Kat, is like coming home, and it’s better than any other feeling I’ve ever had.”