He nodded.
“Even if nothing was restored yet?”
“Yes.”
“Even if I couldn’t promise you’d get anything back?”
“Yes.”
I looked at him.
“That was the part you misunderstood.”
“I didn’t need a perfect ending.”
“I needed the truth while it was still unfinished.”
Adrian was quiet for a moment.
Then said:
“I think I understand that now.”
I smiled.
“You’d better.”
He reached across the table.
I took his hand.
The first morning of our marriage taught us more than our wedding vows did.
Love is not protecting someone from uncertainty by deciding what they are allowed to know.
Trust is not closing your eyes because the person beside you has always been good.
And honesty is not the absence of surprises.
It is knowing that when something belongs to both of you, neither person gets to write the other out of the middle.
Adrian had tried to give me one perfect moment.
