"I didn't want to love you," Anthony whispered. "It was the one thing I feared above all. I'd grown rather used to my rather odd little outlook on life. Almost comfortable, actually. But love--" His voice caught; the choking sound seemed unmanly, it made him vulnerable. But he didn't care, because this was Kate. And it didn't matter if she saw his deepest fears, because he knew she'd love him no matter what. It was a sublimely freeing feeling. "I've seen true love," he continued. "I wasn't the cynical jade society made me out to be. I knew love existed. My mother-- my father--" He stopped, sucking in a ragged breath. This was the hardest thing he'd ever done. And yet he knew the words had to be said. He knew, no matter how difficult it was to get them out, that in the end, his heart would soar. "I was so sure that it was the one thing that could make this . . . this . . . I don't really know what to call it-- this knowledge of my own mortality . . ." He raked his hand through his hair, fighting for words. "Love was the only thing that was going to make that unbearable. How could I love someone, truly and deeply, knowing that it was doomed?" "But it's not doomed," Kate said, squeezing his hand. "I know. I fell in love with you, and then I knew. Even if I am right, even if I'm fated to live only as long as my father did before me, I'm not doomed." He leaned forward and brushed a feather-light kiss on her lips. "I have you," he whispered, "and I'm not going to waste a single moment we have together." Kate's lips spread into a smile. "What does that mean?" "It means that love isn't about being afraid that it will all be snatched away. Love's about finding the one person who makes your heart complete, who makes you a better person than you ever dreamed you could be. It's about looking in the eyes of your wife and knowing, all the way to your bones, that she's simply the best person you've ever known." "Oh, Anthony," Kate whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks. "That's how I feel about you." -Anthony & Kate"