So I promised myself I would never put up an author's note, but I thought at this point, it would be rude of me not to. I have not given up on the story…just SUPER busy. Good busy but….busy. I've still writing the next chapter but haven't had the time I use to. I wish I could say it may let up in the summer but it's not looking like it. So please bare with me. Below I've included a bit of the next chapter (unedited). I don't know when the whole chapter is going to be posted but I just want to reassure you all that I have not stop writing it. Hopefully this will hold you over till I post next. Thanks again for all your support. All of you are awesome.


About 25 years ago…

"Leah, one day I'm going to marry you."

I kept my eyes closed, feeling the sun on my face. A smile danced onto my face, as it always does when he says these things. My boyfriend, Sam has told every day that we had started dating that he was going to marry me. He even told me on our first date.

"Don't believe me?" he asked.

I turned my head and opened my one eye keeping the other closed off from the sun. His face was close as he turned towards me. He grinned as he shielded his eyes with his hands. This was how we always spent our Sunday afternoons, sitting on top of his car parked towards the edge of the cliff off of La Push beach, watching the sun go down. Unfortunately the ritual had been broken a month ago, but I was happy now that things were getting back to normal. His unexpected absence still stung but I promised myself I would get over it, glad to see he was back safe and thankfully still in love with me. I had to keep trying to forgive and forget.

"I'd believe you more if you told me where you were that time you were away," I said in an effort to sound casual but came out as interrogation. Let it go, Leah, just let it go, I chanted in my head. But I couldn't…I just couldn't.

Immediately his sighed and his smile completely disappeared.

"Please Leah, not this again. I've apologized a million times. If I could tell you…you know I would," Sam said.

I snorted and turned my face back to the sun. I didn't want to have another fight about this again but it was eating away at me. I couldn't understand. Normal people don't just take off and disappear for a month and then come back to never wanting to discuss what happened. I needed to know why he left and if he never told me I would always assume to that it was because of me. I'll always wonder if it was something that I did. The once solid relationship that I had felt with him was now a shaky one. We had to take it a day at a time.

"I just don't understand what you're hiding…why you can't tell me. I thought we didn't have secrets between us."

"We don't…"

"Obviously we do," I countered right back.

I heard him sigh and shift himself back down on his car. A moment of silence passed and I refused to be the first one to break.

"I just…had to get a way," he finally started. "It had nothing to do with you. I just needed to…find myself."

I could help but roll my eyes.

"Well did you? Find yourself? Or are you still lost?" I said as sarcastically as I could.

He turned again towards me as he reached over to trace the side of my face with his finger. I looked up at him to find myself without reason of why I wanted to continue being upset or angry. It was easy to do when he flashed me that favorite smile of mine at me.

"Yes, I found that I couldn't live without you. That I'm going to need your forever," he said.

My hand reached out to his hand that was tracing my face and held it closer to my cheek. His skin always ran hotter than I remembered. I had asked him about it a few times, worried that he was getting sick but he always shrugged it off as if it was nothing. Now I just relished at the warmth.

"You promise?" I said softly.

"I promise that I will always love you, I promise that we will always be together…and I promise I will never let you go."