Prologue

It would be an understatement to tell you that I loved him.

 

I careened past love a long time ago, riding shotgun in the passenger seat and him, driving the car. We admired the view on the highway to Happily Ever After as I leaned over and kissed him and he tried to avoid hitting oncoming traffic. That's me, the risk taker. That's him, the one who makes sure everything's okay.

 

It wasn't easy getting there. We had so many roadblocks, the kind that you don't see until they're almost upon you, like a deer that jumps out right when you're accelerating at two hundred miles per hour. I'd taken so many detours up til then that when he came around and made me face them head-on I was just about to crash right into them when he guided my hand in his and showed me how to brake.

 

It wasn't easy getting there, but we did.

 

It's just so much harder going back.