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Because the right place to start when having a mental breakdown is with a killer fucking playlist.
Sometimes, the world gives you people that, from the start, you know they’ll be there forever.
And then I’m alone once again, staring at my childhood room I painstakingly decorated and designed so many times and wondering where the girl who once lived here went.
They’re both thirty and apparently do little-girl shit regularly.
“You don’t get that the need I feel to keep you safe has absolutely nothing to do with your father, Zoe.”
Because right now, I’m doing something I daydreamed about, and I’m doing it because I mentioned in passing that I thought it was romantic as a kid.
“Wanting a man to dance with you in a parking lot because he’s so fucking in love with you he can’t wait to get you home and into his arms isn’t childish. Thinking you’re too manly to pull over and give your girl that? That’s childish.”
“What are you doing to me?” I whisper against his lips. “Whatever it takes to convince you to be mine,” he says, and my heart stops. “Zee, I’ve been yours for as long as I can remember,” I confess because it’s the truth,
“I’ve spent my entire life categorizing your likes and dislikes, waiting for the moment you’d let me in.”
“I want to start every single day on this trip learning something about you. I want to know all of your midnight secrets.”
“You. You’re why I’ve stayed here. Not intentionally, but when I look at it? Yeah. It tracks. You tied me to this town the same way I did to you. It wasn’t your parents, not your friends. We were both waiting for the moment when it was right. I think we ignored seventeen thousand signs along the way, but here the fuck we are, Zoe. Where we were always gonna end up one day.”
That when I look at you, I see a future. I see my daughter's eyes and my son’s smile. I see a fucking lifetime of laughter. I see a woman that I know down to my bones I want to be with for the rest of my life.
“You’ll never hurt. You’ll never feel lost because I’ll always be holding your hand. You’ll never be alone. Never again. I’ll make all of your dreams come true, Zoe. I just need you to give me the chance.”
So I sigh, throwing a jacket on top of my ugly ass pajamas (no one mopes around in sexy silk) and padding down the stairs.
