“I don't think I'm ever going to let you off my lap," I tell her. "So I hope you're comfortable.”

“I have everything I need now, too," I assure her. "And you're never going anywhere which is why I'm giving this to you.”

“Please," I tell her. "Please forgive me. I'm so sorry that I hurt you. I'm so sorry that I've been an asshole and that I shut you out. I didn't know how to handle things without being self-destructive. Self-destruction is all I've ever known. Deep down, it's what I felt like I deserved.”

“No. I can't let you break my heart. I don't have much of it left.”

“I couldn't remember if I thanked you for what you did," I tell her. "And I can't get you out of my head.”

“Give me another chance," I ask urgently. "I will do anything that you want me to do if you just tell me that we can start again. I know I don't deserve it, but I'm asking anyway. I honestly don't know if I can breathe without you. Please. I love you, Mila. Please tell me we can work it out.”

“I'll give you a reason," I tell her, my voice raw. "I promise. If you give me the chance, I will give you a reason to be with me.”