Prologue
Dear Austin,
Do you remember lying under the stars in a field with a pretty girl? Do you remember telling me to write it all down? To write a book of all the beautiful things that mattered to me, of all the things I wanted to remember. You told me I wasn’t the writing type but the feeling type to pour my feelings onto paper. How did you know me better than I knew myself? Here it is; you gave me the words I didn’t know I had. Here are all my thoughts and feelings that I could never say aloud. Everything that you needed to hear, but I was too broken to say.
Austin, you have loved me without fault. I have nothing to give back but myself. So here I am, here we are, I have put our messy and beautiful love into words. Our great epic. The Odyssey I promised you.
We have always said forever in a way that promised eternity, well, I love you for however long our forever lasts. Until we are nothing but echoed stories.
