23 MARRY ME
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," is all I could say over and over again. Chris's arms were still around me and I was crying uncontrollably on his shoulder, I thought at some point that he would reject me or even tell me to leave but instead he just hugged me and comforted me, even cried with me.
This six-foot-tall, broad-shouldered, tattooed, golden-haired man was and always would be the most wonderful person you could ever meet and I don't think anyone could love him as much as I do.
"You don't have to apologize, love." I felt his lips on my head and I cried harder, my heart was breaking in half but at the same time I was beginning to feel lighter, the cathartic effect of tears.
After a while I calmed down enough to form sentences, I looked at Chris and noticed his red eyes (no tea
