Page 4 of Remember, Love

He gives me a quick hug. “Let me know if you change your mind. I’ll always have a lens for you.”

I smile. “Look, I’ve got a bag of marshmallows with my name on it. And if I have to choose between modeling and marshmallows, the sugar wins, hands down.” Daniel grins and I look down at my manicured nails. “I don’t think I’ll change my mind.”

“Good. Don’t. Go get that picket fence life you’ve always wanted.”

“I will.”

As I drive to my parents’ house in the small town outside of New York that Logan and I grew up in, I consider my options. It’s time for a fresh start.

The day before Logan left for his final mission, he proposed. We made love for the first time and he gave me his promise—when he got back we’d be married. He just asked that I wait for him. I said yes. I’d wait. I’d wait forever.

I wipe the tears running down my face. I think, knowing how much he loved me, he wouldn’t want me to keep waiting.

Tomorrow, I’ll look into re-enrolling in college, into buying a house with a little picket fence, maybe I’ll adopt a dog. I shy away from the thought of dating. But I’ll have to go there soon. Modeling was a stop gap, an excuse to stay in the past. I wanted to stay in pictures for him. I never wanted to leave them. I’m so afraid, terrified to admit it, but it’s time I accept that he’s gone. It’s time to move on.

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