I looked down at the man in front of me, literally on his knees, crying at the idea that this was nothing more than a dream that would vanish like smoke in the morning.
The surprising thing was that he wasn't wrong. Since we went through this cycle over and over again for thousands of years, there was no guarantee that we would wake up in the same puppy pile as we fell asleep in.
"I think we are safe," I said slowly, not wanting to make any promises that I couldn't keep. "We have learned from the past and will not make the same mistakes in the future."
"Never," he said quickly as he buried deeper into my stomach as if he thought that if he held on hard enough, everything would be fine. "You are the only thing that makes this life worth living. I just hate myself for taking so long to realize that."
