"I saw my own funeral! Henry was so hurt that I wasn't alive anymore and he taken it all out on you as though you were the reason I was dead. Through it all, I realized that the two of you were the only ones who truly cared that I had died." Regina had not been this vulnerable in a long time.

"I saw you propose to me at my grave. You made me feel so loved and you accepted me for who I was. You saw me as Regina, not the Evil Queen. Thank you for that."

The brunette felt tears falling down her cheeks. The blonde had wrapped her arms around the older woman and pulled her close to her.

Regina inhaled the scent from Emma's leather jacket and began to sob quietly. Emma put a finger under Regina's chin so she was looking at her and kissed her softly.

Regina finally understood what love was and it was not a weakness. To her, love had a name and it was Emma Swan.