“I don’t want space,” he said. “I’ve never wanted less space.”
I didn’t know what to say. My heart was hurting.
“Do you?” he said, and his voice was suddenly strained again. “Do you really want space from me? Honestly?”
“Of course not,” I whispered.
He was quiet for a second or two. And when he next spoke, his words were soft. So sweet. He said,