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“Love,” my mama said, “is the most powerful thing in the world. It can heal and it can grow in the most unlikely of places. When all is lost, love blooms.”
“I want a love like my mama and daddy. Please, Moon, when I’m old enough, send me someone to love.”
“I would have seen you, Junebug. Believe me.”
“I love love stories—the kind that has your heart leaping from your chest. Ones that change a reader’s life. Make them believe in true love. Soulmates. I want to write at least one great, epic love story that lasts through the ages.”
When Jesse pulled back a fraction, breaking the kiss, I brushed my hand against his cheek. No words were spoken, and we both bathed in this newfound closeness, until he whispered, “Write me for you.” “What?” I whispered back in confusion. Jesse met my eyes, keeping just an inch from me as he searched them. “Write me for you. In your great love story. Fall for me.” He pressed his forehead against mine. “Allow me to fall for you. Write me for you.”
“That my main goal is no longer football.” June took in a deep breath. “Instead…it’s you. Being with you. Surviving this with you.”
“This is the reality of being terminally ill, isn’t it?” Emma said. “Having days when darkness shrouds your sun. When the future and dreams you had taken for granted, come crashing down.”
But I decided to make it my mission, for the rest of our lives, that I would be his reprieve when he put too many expectations on himself. I would be his gravity, grounding him, and I would be his sun, chasing away the dark clouds that would inevitably come.
“I will choose you every time, in every universe. I choose you for me completely.” I nudged my chin at her notebook. “Write us falling out, struggling, but don’t for a second believe that that would be it for us. Will it be difficult at times? Yes. But nothing has been as difficult as fighting cancer, and I think we’re doing a pretty fucking epic job at that—despite the immunotherapy not working and our cancer progressing, that is.”
And to die madly in love with my soulmate? In the end, I couldn’t think of a better way to go.
