“Okay.”
“And…” He melts me with that gorgeous smile. “I will happily sit on the side of the road with you and your emotional support melon, no matter where we go.”
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They say that love is stronger than fear.
They say that love is messy and imperfect.
I don’t know who the hecktheyis.
But there’s no doubt about it.
I love Amos Vale.
There, I said it.
Maybe not out loud yet.
He deserves to hear it in a more romantic setting.
Not here, when my breath is stinky and the flies are buzzing.
But… I love him.
Not just because I’m sitting in a ditch feeling scared.
And not because I need him, even though I do.
I lovehimwith all his quirks and softness.
I love that he exists in this world.
I love who he is as a beautiful human soul.
So I will fight this fear for him, not just for me.
And if this is how deeply Broken Me loves him, Amos better brace himself for Healed Me.
???
The tension in my body has eased, much calmer than before.
I think the wave has passed.
Holding his hand to my cheek, I kiss it tenderly.
“Shouldn't have dragged us all the way out here.”
“Nobody was dragged,” he insists. “And, I'd still love to meet Beth, if you're keen.”
“She's really looking forward to meeting you tomorrow.”
Beth. Hugs. Longreach.
Hopefully the motel has a room to spare until she gets back.
Stepping out of the truck, we close each door with a thud.
