Actually, I’ve barely slept for the entire past week. My second thought is that I can’t believe I fell asleep on the couch in the middle of the afternoon. Sometimes I receive invitations in the mail for a wedding that’s still a year out, and I’ll circle the date on the calendar and wonder if my life will last longer than the couple’s engagement. I can be in the grocery section and I’ll look at the expiration dates on food and wonder which one of us will last longer. I’ll be lucky if my skin even starts to wrinkle before I die. Since that day, at only twelve-years-old, I look at life completely differently than I looked at it before.įor example, when I’m in the cosmetics section of a store, I look at the age cream and know that I’ll never need it. Not an expiration date on the illness, but an expiration date on my life. No one had ever really sat me down and explained to me that Cystic Fibrosis came with an expiration date. I was twelve when I started to research my diagnosis. It’s hard not to when you know you’ve been given a fraction of the time almost everyone else on earth has been given. I’m almost positive I think about death more than the average person. I think about death every minute of every hour of every day of my life. i debate fixing my hair before I walk into the living room, but Ridge has seen me in worse conditions than the present one. I make a detour to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. I reach down and grab his T-shirt, then pull it over my head. Maybe because he’s my boyfriend now and I’ve barely had twelve hours to adjust to it all. I’m a little nervous to walk out of my bedroom and see him. Ridge’s shirt is next to mine on the floor, so that means he’s still here. It was even harder trying to prevent it from happening. It was hard falling in love with someone who was committed to someone else.
Maybe that’s where this new sense of peace comes from-the absence of all the guilt I’ve always felt in his presence. That we were finally able to tell each other how we really felt without guilt being attached to those feelings. The concert he orchestrated with Brennan and Warren. I still can’t wrap my head around last night. I grab the pillow Ridge slept on and pull it to me. CHAPTER 1Īs soon as I open my eyes, I immediately roll over to find the other side of my bed empty.
Maybe Now, the long-awaited finale to the bestselling Maybe Someday series returns with all the characters you fell in love with.
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