I think to myself . . . Holden would fucking love her. He would be sitting back, legs propped up on the coffee table with one crossed over the other and a giant smile on his face, watching me interact with Blakely, knowing deep down that she’s perfect for me. I knew it the day I first met her. The moment I looked her in the eyes. And with every day that I spend with her, I’m just confirming that feeling. She’s everything I could ever want.
