And we’re building something real. Something that was worth the wait, even if the wait was longer than it needed to be.
The Note That Brought Me Home
Fourteen years ago, on the night of our senior prom, Bella Martinez handed me a folded piece of notebook paper. She asked me to read it when I got home.
It took me fourteen years to finally do what she’d asked. One dusty attic cleaning session and one spontaneous cross-country flight.
But that note brought me back to exactly where I belonged.
And now, for the first time in fourteen years, I’m actually home. Not just in a place, but with a person.
The person I should have been brave enough to choose all those years ago.
Sometimes the longest journeys are the ones that bring us back to where we started. Back to the people who knew us before we became who we are now.
Back to the love we were too young and too scared to fight for the first time around.
I’m grateful I finally opened that note. Even if it took me far too long.
