She reciprocates, matching my fire with one of her own. I’m not sure how I survived six years without this. Without her. The way I feel around Lana makes the whole world pale in comparison. Like I’ve been stuck living my life in black-and-white, only to have it switched to color. I’m not sure I can go back to a life without her. You won’t have to. So long as I commit to working on myself, I can have Lana forever. Just like you were meant to.
