Gone.
Because we talk now.
We fight when we need to.
We make up better.
And we love harder than I ever thought possible.
Every day feels like something new.
Something better.
Something worth holding onto.
Something worth fighting for.
And God… do we fight for it.
Our love?
It’s not fragile.
It’s not delicate.
It’s strong.
Built from fire and mistakes and second chances.
And every day?
It just keeps getting better.
“Oh my God!”
Bit’s voice yanks me out of my thoughts as she slides back into the high-top booth across from me, nearly spilling the two tall glasses she’s carrying.
“Careful!” I laugh, reaching out instinctively as she sets them down.
She grins, practically vibrating with excitement as she pushes one toward me.
Two crisp, golden-green apple ciders, condensation beading down the glass.
Perfect.
“I am so thrilled you’re gonna feature my shop on your vlog!” she squeals. “Like—WOO HOO!! This is huge!”
I can’t help but smile.
“I told you—it’s amazing,” I say, taking a sip. “People are going to eat it up. The repurposed fabrics, the handmade stuff—it’s exactly the kind of thing my audience loves.”
“And me,” she adds, wiggling her brows.
“And you,” I agree, laughing. “You’re the real draw.”
“You ladies celebrating over here?”
I glance up to see the bartender approaching, setting down a platter that smells so good my stomach immediately growls.
