Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
My Sweet Ava,
Today you gave me the best gift a girl could ever give a guy. You gave me yourself. You made me a man and you became a woman. It’s a day I’ll always remember for as long as I live.
People say we’re too young to know what love is.
But those people… they don’t know us. They don’t know how I fell for you the second you walked into my geometry class and solved the equation nobody else could solve.
You were smarter than anyone I knew, and that’s the moment I knew I’d have to kick ass in school just to keep up with you.
They don’t understand the electricity between us every time we’re in the same room.
And there’s just no way they can be inside my head and get how my heart pounds, my pulse races, and my stomach flips over each and every time I see you—even after all this time.
It’s stupid to think I’ll ever give you this sappy love letter. But I had to write this stuff down because my head is exploding. So I’ll just put it all out there knowing you’ll likely never read it.
I love you, Ava Hollingsworth. I know you know this already, you’ve known since we were thirteen and I promised to always take care of you. But I swear I’ll tell you every day for the rest of our lives.
I love the way you look at me when I talk, like I’m the only person in the room and what I have to say is the most important thing you’ve ever heard.
I love the way your hand fits perfectly in mine. And how, without even thinking of it, our hands always find each other’s.
I love watching you walk across a room and the way your hair bounces across your shoulders.
And don’t even get me started on your smile.
I love how you have this one particular smile that’s just for me.
Like you save it for when we’re together, just the two of us.
It lights up your face. It lights up my face.
It lights up the whole world. It brings out the dimple in your left cheek, which I find incredibly sexy.
And every time I see that smile, it makes me feel special. You make me feel special.
I love the way you treat people. You’re so fair and kind and never pass judgment.
Those are rare qualities for anyone, let alone a teenage girl.
I know you’d call me crazy for even saying it, but you’re going to make a great mom one day.
And mark my words, the kids you’re going to have—they’ll be mine.
That’s how much I love you, Sweet Ava. There’s not even a choice as to us ending up together.
It’s like it was predetermined by the universe.
Or fate. Or God or whatever. It’s going to happen.
We’re going to get married, have kids, maybe a pet or two, grow old together, and then die in each other’s arms when we’re old and gray and have lived a wonderful life.
My friends would call me whipped, or worse, if they knew I’d written this.
But I don’t care. It’s how I feel. And if I ever start to forget it, I’ll dig this letter out of my sock drawer and remind myself why I chose you.
Why I love you. Why I could never look at or be with another girl. Because I’m yours and you’re mine.
I’m going to bed now, but I doubt I’ll get any sleep. I’ll be replaying today over and over in my mind. Remembering every single detail. Burning them into my memory so I’ll never ever forget.
Are you at home in your bed doing the same thing? I think you are. That’s how well I know you.
I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. And every day after for the rest of our lives.
Yours forever,
Trev