Page 132 of The Choices I've Made
A tear fell from her cheek. “I did, and you were right. I needed to find myself, and I did. I learned to cook from little old ladies in Italy. I baked bread in France and swam with dolphins in Hawaii. Jake, it was wonderful. But, now, I have one letter left. Will you read it?”
Reaching into my wallet, I pulled out a carefully folded envelope, one I’d been carrying with me for several months now. It’d taken an online tutorial in origami to figure out how to get it into this shape, but I had known I would have to have it with me at all times.
And this was why.
“Only if you read mine,” I said, unfolding the letter I always carried with me and placing it in her hands.
My hands shook as I opened it, and found only a handful of words.
Dear Jake,
Come home. I’m ready now.
Love,
Molly
My eyes lifted as she opened mine. I smiled because I knew exactly what it said.
Molly,
You are and always have been my home.
Forever yours,
Jake
I wiped a tear from her cheek as she rose onto her tippy-toes.
“I love you, Jake Jameson,” she whispered. “For a day, a month, and a thousand lifetimes. Welcome home.”
Taking her in my arms, I breathed in her scent, felt her real and alive against me and I smiled.
We’d finally found it.
Our home. Our happiness. Our happily ever after.
Now the rest was just details
