She lifted her head so she could look straight at him, her eyes not leaving his as she spoke.<br/><br/>"I said I trust you. That means I trust what you say to me. I trust that even though there is something you aren't telling me, you have good reason for it. I trust that you want to be with me. And I damn well feel the same" She spoke firmly, as if trying to get through to a stubborn child.<br/><br/>"I know our lives would be different, and I'm not kidding myself into thinking it would be easy to do so. You need to know that whatever happens, I'm not planning on leaving you anytime soon. Do you understand me?" Her eyes were pleading. She was desperately trying to tell him how she felt, but she'd never been good at expressing herself through words. She scared, sure. Not of what may happen, but of not experiencing it with him. She hadn't intended to meet him. She had only hoped for a weekend of relaxation and unwinding. Instead she had found him and she refused to leave without him....if only he could see.