If only… we were both hurting like part of us had died.
I miss your heartwarming smile and the way your eyes light up. I miss your touch, the sound of your voice, and even your lame jokes.
I miss you, Lottie.
Is there a possibility that we might meet? Have a coffee, and chat about basketball. Return to our roots when we first met. We were friends first.
What I’m trying to express is I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
I hope one day you can forgive me.
Forever yours,
BJ
“Moja greška,” he whispers and pushes loose strands of hair behind my ears.My fault.
It’s not the first time he has said this.
Tears well in my eyes, but they don’t fall as I carefully fold the paper and hand it back to him. “You spoke about time as though everything that passed was the wrong time for us. Yet, I wonder, if we were honest with Byron, would we be where we are today?”
“I don’t have the answers other than we have today, the present, and the future.” Brandon leans over me again to place the envelope back in the drawer. “It’s two o’clock,” he murmurs and pulls out a red velvet box. On the bed, he pushes up onto one knee.
I gasp. “What are you doing?”
“In my head, this was going to be different. On the beach. A sunset dinner. Family standing in the background waiting to congratulate us.”
Yeah, that does sound romantic.
“What changed?”
“Time. I don’t want to waste another second of my life without you.”
I shake my head. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“And it’s two o’clock. Today is the twenty-second of October. Three twos. Your angel number. The moment feels right.” He bows his head and pops open the box. A huge solitaire diamond sparkles under the ceiling light.
It’s so beautiful.
My man is perfect.
“I wantforeverwith you. Wherever that may be, know I’ll never leave you again.”
I push up onto my knees, take his face in my hands, and kiss him, not allowing him to break away. We kiss forwhat feels like forever until he murmurs against my lips. “Lottie.”
I pull back and swipe the happy tears from my eyes.
“Marry me.”
“When?” I blurt.
He grins at me. “Is that a yes?”
“Yes,” I say louder. “A hundred times, yes.” He slides the ring on my finger, and a single sob bubbles out of me. Splaying my fingers wide, we both admire how perfectly it fits. How perfect it looks on my finger. We fall back onto the pillows, kissing each other, the love flowing between us.
For years, I struggled and questioned if I was meant to find love. The way my chest is exploding, I wasted too much time doubting we would find our way back to each other again.
“I could have asked you the first day we met,” he says, looking coy. “I knew it the moment I saw you that you were the one I wanted to spend my life with.”
