he who hesitates is toast

"I loved you more than I've ever loved anyone." It comes spilling out of her like she's lancing a wound, as her fingers shiver in his hair and she tries to catch her own shaking breath. "I still love you. And I know you don't – you don't remember, and things are all in pieces. I'm not telling you because I need you to – expect you to – feel the way you used to, okay?"

She breathes deep and looks at him, her forehead still pressed against his. "I'm giving it to you. It's yours. No matter what else happens or doesn't happen. Just – I just want you to know that. And I won't give up on you."