“You and me?” she asks with a hint of confusion.
“Well, yes, you and me, but that’s not what I meant. There are no doubts for me about us. I just meant we are going to get through the stuff we’re dealing with. We’ll figure things out together.”
“Us against the ugly,” she says with complete understanding and belief.
I can’t stop myself from leaning forward and whispering, “You and me,” before I drop my lips to hers.
She giggles against my mouth before I pull away, satisfied with the small tease of her kiss.
“We have about eight months to finish the list. Think we can?”
“Yeah, I think we’re well on our way.”
“Maybe not,” I disagree.
“What do you mean?” Her head tilts to the side as she studies me, but I just smile.
“Can I add some things to your list?”
“You want to add your own items?”
“Yeah. Well, sort of.”
“I’d love that.” Noah pulls a pen from her purse and rocks against me as she uses my chest as a desk. She looks up at me, waiting with the pen poised over the paper, ready to dictate my requests.
“Hold a benefit event for domestic violence victims and see Matt sentenced to guilt.”
These first two items are for Sunday. Noah and I can complete these things together for the friend we lost. She can live on through our actions in her honor.
“Love each other endlessly.” This last is a promise to Noah. I still feel the guilt of how I treated her not that long ago, and I like the idea of her having a reminder of my love on her list that means so much.
“Our list is perfect,” Noah says once we have things written out. She’s added a little section for me at the bottom and titled it, Our List.
“Our List?” There is a teasing in my voice.
“Yeah, our first orbit around the sun together.”
It’s our first year of many.