On the seventh day, the envelope felt ever so slightly heavier than usual. Lauren opened it up to find a mountain of confetti and streamers from party poppers.
"What in the world..." she muttered, wondering what Joey was up to this time.
Dear Lo,
Seven is the number of new years that we've seen in together. I always love spending that moment with you, the moment when the clock counts down and everyone is celebrating the end of an old year and the start of a new one. Because I know that no matter what happens, I've got you. We've got each other. And we'll get through whatever the year throws at us.
It was our fourth new year together that I finally kissed you at midnight. Every night up until then I'd looked out for you, hoping I would build up the courage to kiss you. But I never did. Until that year, the year I told you that I loved you and so I didn't have to look out for you on New Year's Eve because you were already right by my side.
The confetti is from that night. I wanted something to remember it by. Not that I could ever forget it. It was the first year I knew for certain that whatever happened, however bad things got, I had someone who would be there for me no matter what. So I hope you know that I'll always be there for you too.
Love Jojo xxx
She carefully slid the confetti back into the envelope. By most people's standards it might not be worth keeping, but it was special to Joey. And, now, it was special to her too.
'How do you still manage to surprise me with how sentimental you are?' she sent him.
'When it comes to you, I don't want to lose anything'
'You definitely won't be losing me' she reassured him.
