And I had laid it all out with both of my hands. I prepared my heart to be broken again. I braced myself for the end, for him to leave. To vanish. I expected it. That’s all I had ever known from him. And with one question, I gave him the reigns. “So, what do you want to do?…” My heart was pounding, hands we’re sweating. I avoided any hope. This was it. The end. But then he answered, “Be with you”.