Don’t you think it’s a little soon? he’d asked. Holly had shoved him so hard he toppled out of his chair. We never made it to the store. Holly slipped off her own engagement ring, looked down at it with tears in her eyes, and then pressed it into my palm. I remember finding the letters H+T inside the band, Jennie’s parents’ initials etched right next to a heart, the way I held the ring and just knew their love was the forever kind, the type that doesn’t end despite the distance. Now, on the other side of the heart, J+G lives. I can’t wait to love Jennie forever.
