Nick’s POV
“Hold on a second. Future Days? Isn’t that a love song?”
She laughs. God, I love her laugh. I love to make her laugh. “It’s certainly a profession of love, but there’s an undeniable sadness to it, don’t you think? The idea that losing that one person would be so utterly devastating, you couldn’t possibly move on?”
A month ago, she might as well have been speaking another language. Now, I think I know exactly what she means.
I don’t find it sad, though. I find it something worth living for.
I don’t tell her that. I want to—I want to tell her everything I’ve been feeling, a thousand times over—but I don’t want to pressure her. I can wait. So I say instead, “And The Princess Bride? Is that even technically a comedy? It’s certainly not one I would have pegged you for.”
“Oh,
