Always Remember

holds the back of my neck. I wrap my arms around his neck and press my face into his skin, hot tears forming in my eyes.
    Now… This is the moment I know. With his body against mine, him holding me so tightly, my knees buckling, and him keeping me upright, I know there ’ll never be anyone else for me. But that doesn’t make it any easier.
    I just have to ask myself if it ’s worth the fight. If, like Hannah said, I respect us as a couple enough to keep fighting to hold on.

SAM

    I feel her shoulders shudder and bury my face in her hair. It tickles but I don’t care, ‘cause all I can feel is the desperate way she’s holding on to me, and the hot wet tears against my neck.
    “Shit, Jen, don ’t cry,” I whisper, pulling her even closer to me. “Don’t cry.”
    She shakes her head a little and sniffs. I squeeze my own eyes shut, because I still feel the anger. I haven ’t felt the pain yet, but there’s so much damn anger inside me I know if I did feel the pain, I’d probably be crying right along with her.
    I sigh, and reach up and untangle her arms from my neck. I tuck her into my side instead kick the car door shut. I let us into the block, ride with her up the lift, and grab her keys from her coat pocket, all without letting her go.
    She pulls herself from my side once we’re in, and she shrugs her coat off angrily. Her fingers swipe under her eyes, wiping away that wetness.
    “We need to talk,” I say, pulling my coat off.
    She storms into the front room. “There’s nothing to talk about,” she says wearily. “I can’t deal with your psycho bitch ex, and that’s it. All there is to it.”
    “Nah, nah there isn ’t. There’s a hell of a lot more to it than that, or you wouldn’t have just broken down into tears outside and clung to me like your life depended on it.”
    “Bi – Sam… Just leave it, okay? Just go. I have nothing to say right now,” she whispers.
    I chuck my coat on the table and storm towards her. “Yeah, well I do. I’m not done with this, babe, not by a long fucking shot, so we are gonna talk about this!”
    She shakes her head and moves away from me, holding her hand up. “I said I ’m done!”
    “As long as I ’m in love with you, we’ll never be done!”
    She freezes, her head turning slightly. “What?”
    I walk to her, stopping right behind her. I push her hair from the back of her neck with my hand, pushing it over her shoulder. “I said, I’m in love with you,” I repeat softly, my mouth close to her ear. I trail my fingertips down her arm until they reach her hand. “I don’t know why, and I don’t know when it happened. I just know that it did, and I hit every damn soppy bastard branch as I fell.”
    “Not so much the bastard part,” she mutters. I smile a little, lacing my fingers between hers. I wrap our arms around her stomach, pulling her back right against me.
    “Bastard or not, Jen, I love you. And that’s why I can’t let you go. I believe in us. I have ever since that night at Dad’s party. If I wanted you a year and a half ago, then I need you now.” I ghost my lips over her shoulder. “You were hurting before, and we all say stupid things we mean when we’re hurting, but please, please don’t walk away now. I don’t know if I can let you.”
    “I don ’t think I can fight her, Sam. I told you that.” She turns her face into mine a little.
    “ You don’t have to do anything. We’ll do it all together, ‘cause that’s what this is. It’s me and you, babe. Nothing more, nothing less. Just us.”
    Her cheek rubs against mine, and I turn my head, pressing my lips against the smooth skin there. She wraps her other arm around herself, sliding her hand up my arm that ’s stretched across her.
    “I can ’t believe you just told me you love me.”
    “Yeah? Well I can ’t believe you didn’t say it back,” I tease, nipping her ear.
    Jen ’s head turns to me, her bright blue eyes meeting mine. I put my forehead to hers.
    “I love you,” she whispers. “I must need to visit the mental health centre, but I do.”
    I tug her head back and kiss her, my lips firm against hers. She leans back a little, and my other arm holds her up. The kiss is soft, and even though it’s only been a day, I know I never, ever want to do that again.
    Perhaps I need a little bit of that relationship superglue.

    ~

    “What if it ’s not that easy?” Jen traces circles on my hand with her fingertip. I sigh, resting my head against