There are several memories I wish I could share. So many happy times I spent with Drew as the years progressed from that turbulent time in our Senior year. Sometimes it’s difficult to believe, as I look into Drew’s light face, that he was ever that dark, depressed boy who wore nothing but black and listened to the same song over and over again. His happiness continues to feed mine as we rebuild our lives.
I don’t think he knows just how much he’s changed me. All he ever talks about is how I’ve changed him. Sometimes, I admit, I wish we had that vibrant sort of romance my new college friends rave about having.
But then I don’t.
I love Drew. I know that, and I’ve always known that ever since I found him waiting for me Christmas Eve night. And I know Drew loves me, even if he doesn’t declare it constantly, or go out of his way to make huge, public displays of it.
Actually, a few of our friends don’t even know we’re dating. But none of this matters, because all that does matter is that we are together.