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“Wyatt?”
“Yes, Lucy?”
“When did you stop being afraid of falling in love?”
“I didn’t.”
“What do you mean?”
“You don’t ever really stop being afraid of something, no matter what it is. You just decide you don’t want that fear to control you anymore. Besides, I realized that I wasn’t really scared of love, I was scared of losing that love—of not being loved back.”
I bite my lip and look out the window, watching the orange and red of the trees blur.
“When did you decide you didn’t want that fear to control you anymore?”
“You want the truth?”
“Always.”
“About three seconds after I saw you spying on me at my mom’s grave. Seeing you standing there, and the look on your face, I don’t know. I just decided I wanted to try again.”
I look over at him and smile. “I’m glad you did.”
“Can I ask you something now?”
“I guess it’s only fair.”
“How long would you have waited for me? If I hadn’t been ready that day.”
“As long as it took.”
He looks over at me, an emotion that looks an awful lot like love written all over his face.
“That might’ve been a long time, Lucy. A very long time.”
I shrug. “You’re worth the wait, Wyatt.”
He looks back at the road, his jaw ticking.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he says quietly.
“You didn’t do anything, you didn’t have to. It has nothing to do with deserving, but everything to do with choosing.”
“What made you choose me?” he wonders out loud.
I look away from him and look at the road in front of us. The sun is fully up and shining brightly, I can see the outline of the mountains ahead of us, and I smile. My dad’s words echoing in my mind.
“Because I looked at you and it was like watching the sun come up.”
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Wyatt
Idon’tthinkIwill ever find anything as beautiful as Lucy standing in an orchard surrounded by apple trees and light, the softest smile on her face. She’s standing a few feet in front of me, a wicker basket hanging from her elbow, her head tilted up toward the sun. I pull my phone from my pocket and take a picture of her, because I don’t ever want to forget the way she looks at this moment. The pure joy and peace written not just on her face, but on her whole body.
There’s so many things I want to say to her, but I don’t know how. I don't know how to tell her what she means to me, or what her words do to me. How do you tell someone they’ve changed your entire life? How do you make them see that they’re everything to you?
And how do you make them believe it?
