“I could never find you boring. You ensnared me from the first moment I saw you,” I assure him with a small smile. “And every first time after that.”

Oliver touches my ring finger, the place where a tan line seemed to stubbornly linger for so long, and my chin wobbles so hard that I have to bite my lip to stop it. I keep it between my teeth and stare at him as he speaks, nodding along as I feel tears spring to my eyes. My brows knit for a moment because he makes it sound so unescapable, like something he’ll never stop running from. But then, because he knows me, he soothes my worry. Some of it, anyway.

“There’s a lot of room being accepting something and celebrating it,” I say after a moment, giving him an understanding smile. A tear spills down my cheek and I quickly wipe it away, sniffling as I shuffle closer to you. “I wish you could love yourself as much as I love you. See yourself through my eyes, if even for just a moment.”