In the car, he held my face in both hands like I was something fragile.
“I don’t deserve you,” he whispered.
At the time, I thought that was love talking.
Now I realize… it was the truth.
The morning of the surgery was cold and bright.
We were placed in pre-op together. Two beds beside each other, separated by a thin curtain.
Machines beeped softly around us.
Daniel kept staring at me like he couldn’t believe I was really doing it.
“You’re sure about this?” he asked again.
“Yes,” I said.
He squeezed my hand.
For Complete Cooking STEPS Please Head On Over To Next Page Or Open button (>) and don’t forget to SHARE with your Facebook friend“I swear,” he whispered, voice shaking, “I’ll spend the rest of my life making this up to you.”
Those words stayed in my head for months.
Back then, they felt romantic.
Now they just feel… ironic.
Recovery was brutal.
