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But I have nothing to be worried about because when Logan tells his parents that we’re together now, his dad full-on sobs and even his mom gets a little teary-eyed.
Logan gets a little sniffly too.
Curie cries out in solidarity.
That’s when I see it. A large carpet-covered cat tree in the corner.
My god. Who are these people?
I let Curie out and she walks casually toward it, like she hadn’t just spent the last two hours bitching about being in the carrier.
She hops on and makes her way to the very top and then looks down on us like we’re her loyal subjects.
Honestly, she’s not too far off.
I glance over at Logan and he’s hugging his brother and chuckling.
I don’t know how I got so lucky as to landtheLogan Lewis, but I am going to spend the rest of however much time we have together being grateful as shit.
Hell, I may even start buying lottery tickets.
epilogue
He’s gone.My dad. He died in hospice four months after moving to be closer to me. I was holding his hand when he passed. It wasn’t perfect in the end, but it was peaceful. And, really, is any ending truly happy?
Logan was there with me, his arms wrapped around my waist, his chin on my shoulder.
He’s always there. Holding me, cherishing me, caring for me.
I’ve grown used to it. This sensitive man.
When my dad passed, he probably cried more than I did. I had no tears left to shed.
But I am resolved in this: I’m glad I decided to get to know him, to forgive him. And I’m a better person for it. Logan deserves the best parts of me.
I want to be better for him.
It’s summer now. We’re on our way to Oregon. We plan on spending some time in the forests and then making our way along the coast. Logan says we will fuck our way through every town we stop at.
I’m sure I’ll be a willing participant.
I still can’t believe that he wants me like he does.
So damn lucky.
Logan is trying to peek over and see what I’m writing. He can’t help himself.
But he already knows.
Because yesterday I told him I loved him. I was brave and just blurted it out.
Logan sniffled and held me, whispering that he loved me too.
Who knew that when he showed up at my door all those months ago that this was how it would all turn out?
Who knew he’d be the one to help me heal? Who knew he’d be the perfect person for me?
Not me.
It was never me, until him.
