I grabbed his shirt and kissed him again and said, “Maybe stop apologizing and do that again,” and he did.
So we became us.
It was weird at first, sure.
There were whispers, and a few friends who said things like, “Isn’t that messy?” or, “What will Ryan think?”
Jake always answered the same way, calm and steady.
“Ryan made his choices,” he would say.
“Harper deserves to be happy.”
And the part of me that still felt like a discarded toy would go very quiet inside when he said it.
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