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“Why would you want to change it? I fucking love the color of your hair. I always have.”
But I remember you always smelled like birthday cake. I remember the way you’d play with your hair while you did math problems. And I remember this one little skirt you had, the way it would ride up your thighs when you sat on your knees at the kitchen table.”
“You are worth a long wait, and don’t fucking forget it.
“I don’t want to leave here tomorrow.” He pushed my hair back from my face. “I want to stay.”
“Because I keep imagining this life with you, this life full of things I’ve never wanted before.”
“I want to share a bed with you every night. And wake up to you every morning. I want to make breakfast for you, see you in the stands at Central High baseball games, reach all the stuff in the high cupboards in the kitchen. I want to be the one you come home to.”
“I don’t know what the second act of my life is going to look like, but I know you’re the best part of it.”
“April, I know I took the longest possible detour to get to this place, but believe me when I say there is nowhere else I’d rather be. You let me go when I needed to be free, and you pulled me in when I needed to belong. I never want to wake up another day in my life not knowing what it is to be loved by you.”
“I love you too. And I’m about ready to get on with that second act. Let’s fill that new house up. What do you think—will you marry me?”
