Page 94 of When Hearts Remember

And that’s enough.

So, I guess, I’m proud of that.

Always,

Polaris

P.S. Don’t be sorry for me. I’m very thankful even if life didn’t turn out the way I wanted. I’m grateful as well. While I’m standing on the sidelines, I get to watch a second chance blossom in front of my eyes. And that’s enough for me.

P.P.S. Describe your perfect night out. Let me live vicariously through you.

The aching grief so perfectly described. My Polaris is a poet—he has magic in his words.Your Polaris? Come on, get a grip, Lexy.

I blow out a breath. Nevertheless, I wish I could give him my second chance. Not that it’ll make a difference since I’m still figuring out my place in the new world now. Polaris didn’t tell me anything specific I could identify him from, but the letter feels like something a lover would whisper in your ear in bed.

I don’t remember if I’ve had sex before. I was still a virgin when I was sixteen. But I’d imagine conversations like this would be something that might happen after you made love.

Sharing secrets, vulnerable confessions.

It’s intimate. Raw. Tugging at my heartstrings.

I wonder if someday I could hold him in my arms. Not as a patient to a confidant in a pen pal program, but as…friends.

Or perhaps something more?My heart palpitates as the idea takes root.

“Why are you frowning at your phone? Is everything okay?” Taylor nudges me.

“Huh?” I click reply and start typing my response.

To:[email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: RE: Rebuilding

Thank you for confiding in me and being truthful in your response. Someone once told me my ending wasn’t written yet, and I’d like to return that sentiment to that person.

Maybe someday, you’ll get everything you desire.

I have a motto—if you believe it, who’s to say it isn’t true?

And perhaps you don’t believe it, but I’ll believe itforyou.

“What are you typing over there?” Taylor leans over and tries to peer at my phone. “Is it Dayton?”

“Tay, privacy please.”

“It’s him, isn’t it? Your ex-boyfriend who’s been checking in on you in the hospital? I tell you, the man is interested in you.”

“It’s not him, Tay.” Although she’s right, Dayton has been texting me on and off. I chalked it up as him being a good friend, but maybe he does want something more.

Nope. Not thinking about that right now. I refocus on my email.

“Hm. Something fishy is going on. This reminds me of the time when you were texting with your—”

She stops herself mid-sentence, causing me to look up to find her clasping her palm over her mouth.

“What? What did I used to do?” My fingers still on my phone.

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