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Fresh tears trailed down my face and fell to Liam’s flannel shirt. Not because of the room but of the moment and the many, many more moments the three of us would have in the future. I was happy, truly happy. After months and months of grief eating me alive, I was finally free.
Free to love.
And most importantly….
Free to live a life worth living.
“I can’t wait,” I said to them both.
“Can’t wait for what?” Liam asked.
“For tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day, and the day after that. I can’t wait for all the days I know that are coming with you two.”
Nothing was guaranteed in this life, but that made me relish every moment even more.
Forever.
