The Man Who Donated a Kidney to Me Proposed a Month Later, Claiming He Was Terminally Ill and Didn't Want to Pass Alone – But Right After We Said 'I Do,' He Took My Hand and Whispered, 'Now I Can Finally Tell You the Truth'

"I know I love you."

"Marry me."

I stood and paced to the sink.

"You cannot drop cancer on me and propose in the same conversation."

"I know."

"Do you?"

"I know I love you."

I turned. "Do you want a wife, or are you terrified?"

That answer scared me because it sounded honest.

Nathan flinched.

"Both can be true."

That answer scared me because it sounded honest.

I looked at the man who had stepped into my life before he knew me. I thought about his hospital room, his ridiculous pudding, his hand in mine. But illness had taught me how little time cared about what was reasonable.