“I’m here now.” He whispers gently, and I can hear his voice crack a little. “I know that you’ve been hurt before, but that’s not me, that’s not who I am.” And I don’t want to risk believing it this time, but the way he’s looking at me now is unlike how anyone ever has. I feel my heart breaking. “And I know that I can’t just prove this with words, I know that.” He pulls me closer. “But just give me a chance, and I swear I will spend the rest of my life trying to prove it to you.”
Excerpt of a book I’ll never write #57 (via her-minds-a-mess)














