We're road-tripping to L.A. She's driving, laughing at something I've said, looking more beautiful than ever. I told her. The night of the party. I told her I don't think I could love her more, and then I cried. She just hugged me and told me that now she had me, she wasn't going to ever let me go.
I take her hand and she grins. This is where I'm meant to be.