The Island

by Briar Prescott

When I think about my life, all I see is you. I love you. You’re not an expressway to happiness. Never would’ve been. You’re my fucking adventure, and I want to hold your hand and continue taking the road unknown with all its twists and turns because you will be there. Right next to me. Forever. There’s nowhere else I can be other than here with you. It’s you,” he says. “My heart wants you.”

“I sometimes think the only reason I was put on this earth is to love you.”

“Forever’s not long enough, but I’ll take it for now.”

“I’m making plans.” His smile widens. “Am I in them?” I kiss him. “In every sentence on every page,” I say. Like he’s always been. Will always be. In my book of life, every chapter is named Dylan. It’s the best book I’ve ever read.