Anyway, sorry this is weeks later, but I wanted you to know I read it and I love you more for it.
Thank you for opening up to me. I can’t imagine how hard it is for you to say all these things when you grew up making yourself small and without space to be yourself. Nobody should grow up like that. And this is me telling you, I am your safe space. I’m about to love you so hard, there won’t be a doubt in your mind how worthy of love you are.
Fear is not a bad thing. It means you care so much about something, your body is triggering a survival response. Fear is that response. But, my love, we can change that for hope.
We can hope you don’t die at sea.
We can hope we last forever.
We can hope wherever we end up living will make us both happy.
I know I’m real and I know this is real, so no need to fear that. And you don’t need to fear not loving me right, because you already do.
I love you, Asher Hunter, with everything I have. We will figure things out.
In the meantime, phone sex is working out great.
Xo,
Hales
7
APRIL, 2031
I Will Wait by Mumford & Sons
&
Collide by Howie Day
Hailey
Me:
Asher, answer the phone.
Me:
Ash
Me:
I’m okay. Don’t freak out, but I need you to call me back.
Me:
It’s been 24 hours, and I swear, Asher Hunter, if you don’t add me to your damn emergency contact list so Lisa can tell me if you’re alive . . .
Me:
that’s it, I’m taking a damn plane to Alaska.
I toss my phone onto my bed and scream. Is screaming even a thing if nobody else can hear it? I mean, I can, so that means it is, right? What in the actual fuck am I going to do? And why am I talking to myself? I’m losing my mind.
Losing my mind.
Why is he not answering the damn phone?
