“Told you,” he said softly.
I laughed. “You did.”
“The most handsome date there.”
“And the best one I could ever ask for.”
As I pushed his wheelchair toward the car, I thought about that night seventeen years earlier. About a man who did not hesitate. Who ran toward the smoke instead of away from it. Who signed himself out of a hospital the next morning with a baby to take care of and a life to rebuild from scratch.
He did not just carry me out of that fire.
He carried me all the way to this night. And every night in between.
Some people spend their whole lives looking for that kind of love. I have had it since the very beginning.
