Epilogue

EPILOGUE

Summer

A few months later

Dear Sexy Ex-Fiancé,

I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again.

Exes are exes for a reason.

But not always for bad reasons.

You’re an ex now for the best of reasons.

Because you’re graduating. You’re moving on up and kicking all of those old titles to the wayside.

You’re no longer the guy I crushed on. You’re no longer my pretend ex-boyfriend. You’re definitely not my fake fiancé. And you’re about to leave your position as my real fiancé.

Today, you become my husband.

And as I write this on the morning of our wedding day, I can’t wait to walk down the aisle and say, “I do.”

But fair warning.

I might jump into your arms.

Who am I kidding? I will definitely jump into your arms.

It’s what I’ve been wanting to do for so many years.

And you know what I’ve learned from falling in love with you when we were younger?

That every day gets better. Every day, I love you more. And every day, I love knowing you.

Once upon a time, I wasn’t ready to give my all to a relationship.

That changed with you.

And I want it all with you.

There is a world out there and so much to see. I want to see it with you. Always with you.

So, thank you for being the sexiest ex-fiancé of all. Now, it’s time for you to move into your new role, so let me say this . . .

Dear Sexy-As-Sin Husband—I’m going to love you for the rest of my life.