Neat

And when she leaned in to press her lips to mine again, I held her there, deepening the kiss with a promise that I’d do anything she ever asked.

Because what a beautiful mess she was.

He was my Romeo, and I his Juliet, and our families be damned — we were going to make it.

And this story wouldn’t end in tragedy.

And that next day, after wallowing in self-pity, of course, I came down here and I drew a sketch of you in my bed. And I looked at that picture of you on my wall. And I felt you in every inch of this room, of the room upstairs, of my life,” I confessed. “And I knew I had to make it right somehow.”