The Road to....Somewhere???

In The End, It Will All Be Worth It

Ashley's p.o.v.

Logan really didn't have much of anything.

After breakfast, we went to the hotel she had been calling home for two months, and got her stuff. It really consisted of nothing more than the rest of her clothes, and toiletries. She had a laptop, an iPad, and to my surprise, a guitar. This is what her possessions consisted of. I was a little heartbroken at the realization that she literally had almost nothing. 

We left from the hotel, and went to Wal-Mart, to have a key made. I had been worried that she wouldn't want to be seen with me in her place of work, but it didn't seem to phase her. It's not like we were hanging all over one another, but just by being seen together, people would know. I always hated it when Sarah would almost pretend not to know me in public. Image was everything to her, and I never seemed to fit hers. Leaving the store, I thought I should make an offer to her.

"My place will now become our place. I want you to feel like it is just as much your home, as mine. Anything you want to add, or change, to make it more like you too, we can."

"Your house has been home to me for a while now. It was crazy, but I always thought to myself that I was either going back to the hotel, or home, not home, or your place. I have just recently had a thought, though, and I was kind of nervous about bringing it up." She looked worried when I glanced over at her.

"What is it?" I took her hand, reassuringly.

"Well, your, our bed, is it the same one you and Sarah shared?" I laughed at this statement, which seemed to upset her some.

"I'm not really laughing at you. Just the fact that you were worried about that. Hell no. Three days after she was gone, I bought a whole new bed. I donated the other one to the thrift store. There was nothing wrong with it, other than it was tainted by her. You are the only one I have shared that bed with, I promise." This seemed to reassure her, and she visibly relaxed. 

"Ok, good. Other than that, maybe one day soon we could go pick out like new bedding, and maybe little things like that. Stuff that could be ours?" I loved that idea, and told her. Her excitement was visible, and contagious. I loved the idea of this becoming our home. I couldn't wait. 

"I saw you had a guitar you brought. I didn't know you played."

"Like you, not many people know that about me. When I was younger, I would escape by playing. I would lose myself in the music." I understood this completely. When I was upset, or confused about something, I still used this tactic. I liked playing the guitar, but the piano was much more personal to me.

"Thinking about it, I guess you probably didn't know that I play as well." She knew I played the piano, but the guitar had never come up. She looked surprised at my confession.

"Is there anything you can't do? You make me feel so small sometimes. You are so perfect. I keep finding things out about you that just accentuate that fact." She was frowning. I was not perfect, by any means. She was the perfect one, at least to me.

"I'm not perfect. Not at all. I am OCD, sometimes almost debilitating. I am an exercise fanatic. I get lost in myself sometimes, and it can be hard to pull me back. I eat like a cow. I'm to nice for my own good. I have many faults. Those are just a few."

"Nothing I can't deal with." 

I know that we still have a long way to go in learning everything about each other.

In the end, it will all be worth it.

This will be my last update until probably next Thursday. My wife is off the next 6 days, and she doesn't really know I'm doing this. Makes it hard to write when she is off. Please be patient with me.