“Fly away with me, Lily Calloway?” She whispers, “Only if we make-believe that we never, ever have to grow up.” “There’s a problem with that, love,” I say, carrying her on my back across the deck. “What’s that?” she asks, and I picture her adorable crinkled brows. I’m smiling more than I have all night. “Our make-believe always turns out real.” From our pretend weddings, to our pretend relationship—in the end, it’s all become reality. And I would love to never, ever grow up with Lily Calloway. In one universe, we’ll be young forever.
