“Wife? Are you sure you're ready to not call retreat? Right now?"I'm butterflying positive.”

“I'm butterflying positive”

“I live you," I whisper to him. He kisses my head again and signs into my hair. "I don't think I live you back anymore. I'm pretty sure I've moved beyond that. Actually, I'm positive I've moved beyond that, but I'm still not ready to say it to you. When I say it, I want it to be separate from this day. I don't want you to remember it like this.”

“The fact that you just said The Jerk is your favorite movie ever is incredibly fucking hot and I'm pretty sure we need to make out now.”

“Butterfly you.”

“Twenty-two hours and our war beginsOur war of limbsand lipsand hands...The best part of finallyNot calling retreat?The showers above usRaining down on our feetWhile the bombs are exploding and the guns fire their rounds. Before the two of us collapse to the ground. Before the battle, before the war...You need to knowI'd go fifty-nine more.Whatever it takes to let you win.I'd retreat all overand overagain.”

“You're in love with her, aren't you?" I pause. Am I? I sign and clasp my hands behind my head, not sure what to say. "I'm trying so hard not to be," I say quietly, admitting it to myself for the first time.”