Logan began to sing, a lilting tune I didn't recognize. At first I wondered if we'd seen the band in concert together or had listened to it on one of our first dates.

Then he reached the chorus, and the words were us.

All my insecurities, all his excesses, all the ways we fought and pushed and pulled. And how it all didn't matter. Those things that tore us apart were no match for forever.

...

I'd been so wrong about us. If he'd lived, we would've been happy. Not every day, but over the span of time that made up forever.

But he hadn't lived.

...

We had lost forever.

Autor: Jeri Smith-Ready