I love you too, Will Blakelee," she whispered, leaning in to kiss him again.

Our story has three parts: a beginning, a middle, and an end. And although this is the way all stories unfold, I still can't believe that ours didn't go on forever.

A good man is hard to find," she said wistfully. "Not everyone is as lucky as you are.

You are, and always have been, my dream.

Then we'll find a way to work through all this together because I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

I love you now for what we've already shared, and I love you now in anticipation of all that's to come.

If people don't like you, or they think you're strange, then that's their problem.