Page 124 of Free to Live

In my heart, I know he’s right. I also know every hurt, every scar, every bruise that’s been heaped upon us and the ones we inadvertently laid upon each other have just made us stronger.

The way it has with all of my family.

Because if love has a way of obliterating pain, it also gives you the strength to live fully. And live free.

“I love you,” I whisper, my lips grazing his.

“And I, you.”

Those are the last words we say for quite a while.

The End