“You will always be the most important part of my life,” he said. “You’re my constant, and I’ll be yours for as long as you want me to be. I will never love you any less, and I will never not be here for you. And maybe, if things shift that way again between us...” He hesitated. “I don’t think they will, though. I think we’ve both been holding on because we’re familiar. Because it’s all we’ve ever known, and change is scary as hell.”
“That doesn’t mean—that doesn’t mean it was bad,” I whispered, and his expression softened.
“It’s never been bad, and it never will be.” He pulled me into another hug, gentler this time. “But it’s a different kind of love. My favorite moments with you have always been just—being together. Reading. Talking. Spending time together. The rest... I don’t need it
