Page 115 of Glad You Exist

My friendship and love and hope and my heart has always belonged to you.

I'vealways belonged to you.

Don't be afraid, El. Take them from me.

Take me.

Forgive me.

Love me again.

I'm all yours. Believe in me again.In us.

Because we are so damn lucky, El.

We were born for each other.

I exist for you. Just like you for me.

And baby, I'm so damn glad you exist

We're destiny. We are for infinity and forever.

I’m shaking. I barely calm myself enough to play the video, but I do it.

I recognize the animated characters. It’s Brad’s. He’s shown me enough mockup illustrations on his IPAD that I see the distinction. There’s no mistaking it.

It’s me. It’s him. It’s about us.

The video starts with two women, our mothers pregnant, a tether bringing their pregnant bellies together, a heart shaped line. The video transitions into two babies that become toddlers, a boy and a girl growing up. Learning to walk and talk. Us.

Then to two children. Learning to ride bikes, reading and playing together. Us.

Then two teenagers. Stealing looks. Hanging out. Falling in love. Us.

Then it fades into an infinity sign.

The video is our story.

My eyes blur and tears stream down my face.

A throat clears bringing my attention back to where Summer is but instead of her, Kyle is leaning on the doorframe wearing a tux and a grin.

“Are you ready to go to the ball, Cinderella?”

I swipe at my tears, “I’m basically a pumpkin.”

He holds a hand out to me, “Let your fairy godmother worry about that Lizzy.”

“Relax.”

Kim smiles to herself as she deposits her phone back in her clutch.

I am itching to get up and leave but she assures me that Kyle has everything under control.

I didn’t know if this was going to work but I had to try. Liz is hiding. She’s hurting.

I did that. I need to make up for it in a big way. Either she forgives me, or she doesn’t. Either way, she deserves to experience prom.

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