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“You have me.” “Yeah, for how long?” “As long as you want me.” His arms tighten around me.
Everything about him sings to the broken part of my heart that desperately wants to be cared for. To be loved and cherished because I matter. To love someone else fully, and not let a day go by that they don’t know it. “I like you a lot,” I whisper. It’s not a declaration of love, but it’s the most I can do for now. He presses a soft kiss at the corner of my lips. “I like you a lot too. I like you a lot more than anyone else.”
Everything stops. My heart. My breathing. Santiago’s hand brushing through my hair. I blink up at him. “Personal experience?” He nods. “You love me?” “I’d be insane not to.”
“And most of all, loving you is realizing heaven isn’t a place, but a person.”
His love surrounds us, healing me in the process. He pulls me back into the moment, kissing me into a mindlessness. Together, we find our release. This is bliss. This is love. This is us.
“You can’t get in contact with my brother because he’s dead.”
I’d rather help pick up the pieces of her broken heart once Matteo shatters her world into nothing but stolen wishes and missed chances.
I grin at him. “I like this version of you.” “And what version is that?” “The one I’m falling in love with.” I slip out of the house, leaving a slack-jawed Santiago behind me.
Now that my relationship with Matteo is secure, I have an intense desire to embrace the second scariest thing I’ve ever done. Fall in love.
I wish that Chloe Carter falls in love with someone worthy of her eighties-loving heart. That she finds that soul-crushing, heart-mending, passion-fueled love. A love that leaves her desperate for more because nothing that amazing should ever be done in moderation. The same love I found with her.
Heartbreak is better dealt with in private, away from those who made it happen in the first place.
I feel like a fool for trusting you. Do you even know how hard that is for someone like me? Or how painful it is to admit I love someone? But I should’ve expected this. You grew up surrounded by love while I grew up being manipulated by it.”
“People aren’t like your cars. You can’t repair what’s too broken beyond repair.”
I don’t know what to do from here, but I do know one thing. I hate liars, and I somehow fell in love with the best one.
Where most people see weeds, I only see you—my beautiful wildflower, untamed and free. I flip over the embroidery circle to find a note taped on the back. His small yet elegant handwriting marks the page. I called you a wildflower the moment you showed up at my house with a bouquet of them. That day, I asked myself what kind of person would go picking those crazy flowers in the first place. I thought they were just inconvenient weeds, but now I have my answer after all the time we spent together. You might not realize it, but you’re a wildflower. You grow in the most unexpected places, no
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“Did it make your closet-romantic heart happy?” “No. It made my heart whole.”
Chloe didn’t just bring back a part of me that was missing. She helped me grow into someone better than ever before, and for that, she has my loyalty and love.
Never in my life have I felt this loved and cherished. It’s a blessing to feel so damn important to someone, to the point that they make sure I know it every single day. Santiago Alatorre loves me in a way that most people spend their whole lives chasing. And I love him equally as much.
“And most of all, loving you is realizing I don’t have to make a wish ever again because I already have everything I could ever want.”
“Fear isn’t always a bad thing.” His brows lift. “How so?” “Fear motivates me. It reminds me how the best things in life will always make us afraid, but that shouldn’t stop us from pursuing them anyway. I spent three years of my life allowing fear to guide my decisions and look where that got me. I’d rather be afraid and drive anyway than be afraid and watch life pass me by. Because in the end, nothing is more fearful than realizing life goes on, with or without you.”
“I want to be a champion for those like me. I want to show them that—no matter what they want to achieve in life—no injury or obstacle should stop them. But I also want to be a model for those who have been broken by their circumstances because they deserve hope too.”
I can finally breathe easily, knowing I can achieve my dreams again with Chloe by my side.
All I needed was Santiago—a man set on proving the magic isn’t the wish itself, but the people who make the dream come true.
Every child, from little babies to teens with smug grins, wear variations of Iron Man clothing. Some wave their prosthetic arms in the air, holding up posters with my name. While everyone looks different, from their ethnicities to their ages, they all have one thing in common. They’re all like me.
You might be the hero in my story, but you’re the legend in theirs.
I don’t need my leg to race. All I needed was a dream, the courage, and a badass girlfriend who called me out on my shit time and time again. I needed someone to teach me how to accept that I wasn’t broken but lost.
It took one chance encounter with a stranger to change my life. One person to make me realize that I can’t love someone else until I love myself. One dreamer who makes me want to wish in journals or on lucky stars or on damn dandelions for all I care. One girl. One love. One forever.
“I won more than a Championship. I won a woman who makes me appreciate every day how lucky I am to have survived that crash in the first place. Because I couldn’t imagine never meeting the one person who completes me. I never believed in soulmates before you, but I’ll be damned if you didn’t make me a dreamer with your wishes and wildflowers and smile that could make any bad day instantly better.”
I love this fearless man with everything in me. The man who taught me love isn’t something to be feared but revered. The very one who spends every single day of his life showing me how much he loves me—with his words, with his actions, with every breath he takes to support our family. I’ll love Santiago Alatorre for as long as the wildflowers keep growing in beautiful chaos.
