His words back then made my heart melt. I knew he meant them.
But in the time since, we’ve both learned that neither of us is perfect. What we are, though, is perfect for each other.
One day recently I asked him if he still doesn’t believe in fate.
“I don’t know anymore. But I do think almost anything’s possible. Things are just waiting out there and if you have a moment of courage, you put your fear aside and go for it.”
That’s exactly what we’ve been doing all this time.
I had come halfway across the country to find the love of my life, and I didn’t even know I was doing it. It wasn’t an easy path, but then nothing worth having is easy. I’d have gone through even more difficult and dangerous things to find Max, and I know he would have done the same for me.
“Things are better when they’re not scripted, anyway,” he said. “Fate would mean it’s scripted.”
“Strange thing for a writer to say.”
He pondered that for a moment. “Yeah, but that’s fiction.” He paused. “This is real.”
And so it is.