Chapter 39
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
M aia,
You can avoid it if you want to, but you understand what you’ll stumble upon once you’re home. There’s no pressure, but I won’t be just your friend—or let fourteen years pass by until I see you again or make a move.
This is a man whose queen is missing. A man whose heart is in the northwest corner of the country—with yours.
A man who’ll claim his soulmate.
Make no mistake about it. When you’re back, I’m going to fight for you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Arguing over stupid things so we can have hot makeup sex. Loving you at night because you’re the best thing that’s happened in my life.
I love you irrevocably and passionately. There’s no other way to do it. I’m yours, from the moment I saw those mystical eyes that change color depending on what you’re wearing. Are they brown or green? It’s all an optical illusion unless I read your mood.
You’re my favorite, and never forget that.
Love,
Gatsby
PS And if you think you’ll never be ready, I’ll be waiting for you in the next lifetime—I’ll wait an eternity just to be yours again.