That’s not nothing.
That’s everything.
I’m going to earn her.
That’s it. Decision made.
I’m not asking.
Not hoping.
Earning.
Every second.
Every day.
Until she doesn’t look at me like she’s waiting for me to leave again.
Until she trusts me.
Until she chooses me.
And yeah—If I have to push a little?
Guide things in my direction?
Make sure she sticks around long enough to see what we could be?
Then I will.
Because I never said I was a good man.
Not like that.
Not clean.
Not easy.
But I am her man.
The only one for her.
Whether she realizes it yet or not.
And I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure she does.
My gaze hardens as I look out across the empty stretch of road.
Because before any of that?
Before I can build something new with her?
There’s one more thing I need to handle.
One more ghost to put down.
One more man who’s had too much control over my life.
