"Are you ashamed of me?" She said quietly, as though she were a small child apologising for a crime.
He looked horrified. “Why would you ask something like that?”
She bristled slightly. “You won’t let me meet your friends. You won’t tell your mother about me. You won’t tell anyone about us.
"I don’t want to be your dirty little secret."
She almost teared up and cursed herself for being so emotional.
"Is that all?" He said, visibly relieved. "You want to meet my friends? My mother?"
He almost laughed. “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You taught me how to love, how to care about someone other than myself. You taught me how to live. Please forgive me if I want you all to myself for a while longer.”
She managed a smile between the oncoming sobs.
He continued, “You want to tell people? Fine. Let’s tell the world. I could never be ashamed of you. Because if I was, that would mean I was ashamed of my life, and I am very proud of my life.””