I smiled like a fool, my steps light on the warm asphalt. Lighter than they’d been in years. I had my best friend back, and I’d gained the love of my life, too. Three years, seventeen days, and thirteen hours. That was how long it had taken me to truly start over. And as I opened the car door, and Mark moved his arm to peer up at me with those deep sea-blues, I couldn’t help but think that despite the pain, it’d all been worth it.
