I could’ve sworn you’d be my next book because ten chapters wouldn’t have sufficed.

I wasn’t going to have to write a whole story that was made up. I’d just have to remember ours and that’d sell millions.

Our love would be what the entire world wanted, not our heartbreak.

Our kids would be able to read all the poems and notes I never gave to you, now my kids will have to ask me about you later.

Who would’ve thought we’d be wrapping up the story in the middle of the chapter. No beginning, no end. Just right in the middle.