“It’s a handcrafted charm bracelet,” he tells me. “A little canoe, to represent the cabin by the lake. A replica of the treehouse, a little coffee cup… and a tiny little t-shirt.” I’m smiling so widely that it hurts and Carter chuckles. “If I get things my way, we’ll be adding many more charms throughout the years,” he whispers, and I look up at him. I wish I could just kiss him, right here, right now. No one has ever made me feel the way he does. No one has ever made me feel this seen, this cherished, this loved.
