The girl I fell in love with anyway.
The girl I am confident I will stay madly in love with far beyond my last breath.
I take her hand and bring it to my mouth, kissing her ring finger that won’t be bare for long. “We’re getting married,” I say.
She nods, smiling up at me. “This better not be one of yours and Warren’s pranks.”
I laugh. I laugh hard. And then I pull her to me and whisper in her ear, “My love for you is forever off limits to our pranks. Tomorrow, you’ll be my wife.”
I wrap my arms around her and bury my face in her hair. Maybe Warren was right. Maybe predictable isn’t always preferable. Because I can’t imagine this happening any other way than it did. I saw three people I love most in my life get everything they deserve and more.
As for me and Sydney…our maybe someday just became our absolutely forever.
The End