Throbbing beneath it all, though, was a tiny spark of hope. Hope that maybe, somewhere in the future, he’d finally leave the past behind and move on with his life.
Alex found Angela several minutes later standing out by the car, her arms folded across her chest. When she spotted his approach, her body stiffened. He wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and somehow fix the tension between them. Wanted to feel ease with her again, to see her smile, to watch the way the expression would light up her face. Right then, she looked at him like he was the enemy, and that fact felt so damn wrong.
As he stopped in front of her, the words rose inside of him, tumbling from his mouth on an unchecked need to somehow make her understand. He needed her, with something he didn’t quite understand himself yet. Maybe it wouldn’t get him anywhere, but he had to say them.
“You’re right, Ang. I can’t tell you I’m in love with you. I don’t even know if I’m capable of love again. Frankly, my heart is still in pieces. All I can promise you is right now. That I won’t let you go through this alone. Those are my babies too and I want them. I want you. More than I’ve wanted anything in a long time. You’re like…. God, Ang, you’re like watching the sun rise for the first time. It’s beautiful and breathtaking. All I want is to stay here in this moment. But this”—he held his arms out from his sides, indicating the whole of him—“this is all I’ve got. Just me. Kind of broken, a little uncertain and probably doing everything wrong, but what I’ve got…is all yours.”
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