Chapter 40
Jay,
This morning, I woke up to a long text about a surprise birthday date.
In all those years apart, I forgot how much of a hopeless romantic you are. It makes sense that you found a home in music because you’ve always been an artist of sorts, orchestrating the things that mean the most to you into the most perfect symphonies.
You turn everything into art when you can.
The last few days have felt unreal, if I’m honest. I kind of feel like we’re living in this in-between state. Like, when we’re together, the rest of the world fades away, and everything just feels so good.
That scares me, though, because I’m once again giving my everything to you. We said we’d trust one another so I’m trying to let the fear go. It’s not as easy to do as it is to write, but all I can do is promise you I won’t let the fear of losing you again ruin what we have now.
I love you,
A