Instead I lowered my eyes, and let them film with tears, and played the part he had written for me.

“All right,” I whispered.

“I agree.”

He froze.

“Really?” And when I nodded, he pulled me up out of the chair into an embrace so tight it lifted me off my heels.

“I knew you still loved me.”

“I have one condition,” I said, into his shoulder.

“Anything.”