But right then? In that moment? I was a man possessed with such an obsessive need to claim what was mine—that I ran.
I freaking ran.
Like I was going for a Superbowl Ring and I dragged Kiersten behind me.
I pushed the first door open.
Bathroom. I groaned. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
Was I sweating?
Kiersten tugged my arm towards the end of the hall, and opened the door.
We both froze.
She dropped my hand and covered her face.
White daffodils were spread across the bed in the shape of a heart. In the middle, our initials stood out against the red satin.
A small trail of orange and yellow daffodils led us to the bed and to a waiting desk with a bottle of champagne and a card.
Kiersten picked it up and nodded once, twice, then shook her head and handed it to me without saying anything.
Snatching it, I read the first few lines.
Wes Freaking Michels. HAH! Fun fact, Daffodils are symbolic of new beginnings and fresh starts. Thus, the reason your room is littered with them. Saylor never wants to see another daffodil in her entire life so please, keep all flowers contained lest she stuff one in my mouth while I’m sleeping. I love you two. I was trying to think of a wedding gift that would do you both justice—that would show my love for my best friends. All that kept coming to me was that you guys got a second chance to write a very original story. A love story. One that’s so epic that even your grandchildren won’t believe it. So here you go. Attached to this note is a pen. I wrote the first part, hope you don’t mind. Enjoy your wedding night, enjoy the new beginning, and know…you’re stuck with me forever. Tell Kiersten not to roll her eyes. It’s rude.
Laughing, I grabbed the simple pen that was taped to the card and flipped it over to see what Gabe had written.
“Girl runs into boy…” I read aloud.
Kiersten looked down at the card and read the next part, “Girl feels up boy.”
I chuckled while Kiersten crossed her arms and scowled.
“Boy chases girl.”
“Girl—” Kiersten’s voice was hoarse. “—decides she wants to be chased.”
The next part was hard for me to read, I wasn’t sure why.
Kiersten put her hand over mine and slowly spoke for me. “Boy gets very sick.”
“Girl—” I held Kiersten tight. “—sticks by his side.”
“Boy and girl…” Tears streamed down Kiersten’s face, and she sniffed softly before she continued. “…fall asleep holding hands, and he tells her that even death couldn’t keep him from a lifetime of her smiles.”
A tear fell from my face onto Kiersten’s head as I murmured, “Boy lives.”
“Girl lives,” she whispered.
“They lived,” we said in unison…
The last line was a picture of us together with a giant heart drawn around it. Under the picture Gabe had written… So LIVE.
Chapter Twelve
Love is beautiful. A gift from God. I think it’s sad, how easily we throw around the word without actually understanding the sacrifice behind its meaning. Love in its definition isn’t about a strong feeling towards someone, but an action. If people truly understood what it was—our world would be changed. Love is sacrifice, it’s holding someone’s hand even though you know they can’t feel it, like Gabe did with Kimmy. Love’s watching someone lose all their hair, and still finding them to be the most beautiful person you’ve ever come across. Love is more action than feeling…Love, isn’t just the way Wes looks at me, but the way he serves everyone around him as if he is nothing—and they are everything.—Mrs. Weston Michels