Mandi Snyder

“Tears explode from my eyes, pouring down my face. I launch myself at Jaxon, legs around his waist, clinging to him. His hand moves over my back as he whispers, “Do you like it?” A simple yes would probably suffice. Instead I take his face in my hands and tell him, “You’re my line.” “What?” “The line that marks my before and after. I met you during the worst time in my life, and everything that’s come since you has been so much better. This, Jaxon?” I gesture at a sky I’ve been dreaming of seeing in person for as long as I can remember. That’s when I notice the blanket laid out by the shore, the pillows, a bag of takeout, a pile of warm clothes, and my brand-new telescope, set up and pointing at the stars. I sniffle, tears dripping down my cheeks. “This is my favorite day, and it’s because of you.”
― Becka Mack, Fall with Me