Raririroro
This story is not perfect.
It's messy, dramatic, a little embarrassing-and very real.
It's about my fourth year of high school, when late-night calls felt important, small glances meant everything, and a single moment under the stars could make your heart beat too fast.
Looking back now, I realize something funny.
The person who would change my story the most...
was someone I barely noticed at first.
This story is also for someone I may not end up marrying in real life. But please know that the memories remain. I'm writing them here, keeping them safe in these pages.
Maybe someday, when my grandchildren read this, they'll realize how colorful my high school life was-with you in it.
So in this story, I'm giving us the happy ending we never had. Because our chapter ended a little too soon after high school.
And maybe... in another universe, we could have done better.