My heart was racing as I made my way over to Cody’s house. He’d told me to come over. He told me that Mila knew I was coming. And yet, I was still unsure and uncertain as to her reaction towards me. What would she say? How would she feel? She’d never responded to my letter. And I hadn’t wanted to harass her and bombard her with calls and texts. I was dying to see her. Dying to hear from her, but I knew I’d fucked up. I knew I hadn’t been the man she’d needed and now I had to be patient.
I rushed up the stairs to Cody’s house and pounded on the door, anxiety killing me.
“Hey,” Mila answered the door, her brown eyes friendly but hesitant.
“Hey.” I said, my throat dry. I didn’t know what to say. She was here, in front of me, as beautiful as ever. “Cody invited me over.”
“I know.” She nodded. “He’s not here.” She ushered me in. “I wanted to talk to you.”
“Oh?” I said, my body turning cold. “Why?”
“Because there’s something—”
“Wait.” I held my hand up. “Before you say anything, I need to talk to you.”
“Okay.” She frowned. “Go ahead.”
“I wrote this for you.” I cleared my throat and started to recite the poem I’d written. “I loved you for a million years.
And then I met you.
And my love for you was more than my heart.
My heart was more than my soul.
My soul was more than the universe.
The universe was less than my love.
I loved you then.
I love you now.
I love you forever.
Til death do us part.
And then I’ll love you for a million years more.”
She just stared at me in silence and I cleared my throat.
“I wrote it because a long time ago, you said your perfect men, your soulmate, he would write you love poems. And I wanted to prove to you that I’m your soulmate. Your fated destiny. The one you’ve been waiting for. The one that was made for you. I know I’m an idiot and an asshole. And I know I have a lot to learn. And I’m not perfect and maybe sometimes I don’t act like that guy, but I’m him. I want you to know that I’m him. I want to spend the rest of my life showing you that I’m him. Can I spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you and want to be with you?” I paused and stared at Mila’s face, my breath coming fast. “Say something, please?”
“I love you, TJ Walker.” Her eyes were brimming with tears. “These are happy tears by the way. I love you so much, you don’t even know. You are already my perfect man. You will always be my perfect man.”
“Are you just saying that?” I said, knowing I would break something, if she said yes.
“No.” She grinned and stepped towards me and gave me a kiss. “Nonno left me a letter. He told me off.” She laughed. “He wrote that he knew I would be pissed at you and most probably would stop talking to you. He said he knew I would think you didn’t love or trust me enough. He told me that I should be proud to be with a man that loved and respected him enough to uphold his promise. He said that I shouldn’t be an idiot and I should be grateful to him for getting us to together and to not mess it up.” She laughed and touched my face. “I laughed and I cried reading his letter. Oh TJ, I still hurt so much, but I need you to know. I want you to know. I love you more than anything. I always have. I always will. You are my everything. Nothing can ever part us. You know that right?”
“I know.” I grinned at her and kissed her hard. “I know that we’re it. Forever. I don’t want you for four weeks, Mila. I want you for the rest of my life. Will you marry me and make me the happiest man in the world?”
“Oh yes, TJ. Oh yes. I’ll be your forever wife.” And then I kissed her good and hard and promised myself that I would never let her go.”
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