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I loved him to my core, and he loved me back.
He kept his promise. He made me feel safe the whole time. He was the person I went to each and every time anything hurt or whenever I felt afraid.
Like home.
Logan was home to me.
“Alyssa, that was…” he sighed, lying beside me, out of breath. “Amazing.”
I grinned, turning my head away from him. My fingers wiped away the tears that still fell, and I tried my best to laugh away the feeling of bliss that held an ounce of worry. What would happen next? “If I had a dollar for every time I heard that.”
He narrowed his eyes, knowing that my joke was to hide my nerves, before pulling me closer to him. “Are you okay, High?”
“I’m okay.” I nodded, meeting his stare. He bent down and kissed the few tears away. “I’m better than okay.”
“I want this to be us. For always, I want this.”
“Me too. Me too.”
“For always, High?” he whispered.
“For always, Lo.”
He took a deep breath in, and his eyes smiled along with his lips. “I’m so happy right now.” Those were his last words of the night, and I thought they perfectly described my entire being that evening.
The ceiling fan rotated round and round overhead as we lay beside one another in my bed. The vinyl record played on top of the dresser, hiccupping every few seconds yet also sounding completely whole. The scent of rose refreshed every few minutes, and we inhaled and exhaled.
We were quiet.
Chapter Nine
Alyssa
Logan and I had officially been in love out loud for two months now. I didn’t know our friendship could grow stronger just by us falling in love, but somehow it did. He made me laugh on the sad days, which meant the world to me.
When you found someone who could make you laugh when your heart wanted to cry—hold onto them. They will be the ones who will change your life for the better.
I’d been planning out a lot of details, too. In three weeks, I was off to live on the campus of my college, but I planned out Logan’s visits. We’d stay just as close as we were now, and we’d fall more in love. He said he loved the idea, which was great, because I loved him to my core.
I’d been floating on a cloud for weeks now, and when I came home from work, Mom was there, ready to bring me back down to solid earth.
“Alyssa!” She called after me right as I walked into the house. I tossed my shoes in the foyer, paused, and picked them up, placing them in the front closet.
; “I already picked them up!” I hollered in her direction.
“That’s not what I was going to say,” she replied from her office. Walking toward the sound of her voice, I glanced into the room. Her eyes were glued to her computer, and a wine glass was in her hand. “I made a meatless meatloaf using protein powder and tofu. Toss that into the oven for me.”
That’s not a meatloaf, Mom. “Okay.”
“And your father wrote you a letter.”
My eyes widened, a burst of excitement hitting me. “What?”
“He wrote you a letter. It’s on the kitchen counter.”
Dad wrote me a letter today.
