br /> "But I... You... You hate complicated."
"No. I just never met someone worth complicated." He stares back into my eyes. "Are you taking care of yourself? Taking your meds? Seeing your therapist?"
"Yeah."
"And everything else?"
I nod. "Aren't... aren't you scared?"
"I'm always scared of bad shit happening to you. But this, no—I'm not scared that you have depression. Or that you've been suicidal."
"But one day... I might... what if I..."
"You think about it that much?"
"I did. It was scary. I didn't trust myself. I guess I still don't."
He stares back into my eyes. "Nobody can promise they'll be okay forever. I don't care that you need a little chemical help, Kay. You're still the sun in my sky. You're gonna struggle, yeah, but I want to be there for that. I want to be the person holding you up when shit is bad."
"I... you... you're not leaving?"
"No."
I stare back at him, blinking away tears until my vision is blurry.
He plants his palm on my check and wipes my eyes. "Are these happy or sad?"
"Both. And everything else. I... I just can't. I thought... I thought you'd leave."
He shakes his head. "There isn't a single part of me that wonders if you're good enough for me."
"Really?"
"Not even a molecule."
The weight lifts off my chest.
My hands stop shaking.
I...
He...
Maybe things will be okay.
He leans in to press his lips to mine.
It's an I love you.
We haven't said the words.
But I can feel it.
He knows.
And he's staying.
And he loves me anyway.