"I would just like to say that I was the one who said I love you first." Stuart bent down and placed a soft, feather-light kiss on her forehead.
Edie raised her head and looked into his eyes. "It doesn't matter who said what first. I've been told that love is a balance. A balance between giving and taking and also between letting go and holding on. I don't think that one of us gives more, and the other gives less," she said, trying to make him understand.
Stuart had a faint smile on his lips. "We all want to be needed, and if we feel like we're not, we won't feel cherished. I don't ever want you to think that I take you for granted. Yes, I have always cared about winning. It was bred in me, but love isn't about winning or losing," he said, his voice soft and melodic. "In relationships, there is never really one winner and one loser; two people either win-or lose-together; that was the hardest thing in the world for me to understand until I met you truly."
