Trent has kept his promise. He makes me smile every day.

Just breathe," my mom would say, "Ten tiny breaths... Seize them. Feel them. Love them.

What’s wrong is that every morning and every night, I lie in bed wondering why you’re not beside me.

Did I think he was “the one?” Iʼll never know. At sixteen, everyone is “the one.

Just breathe. Ten tiny breaths … Seize them. Feel them. Love them.

I could lay here and stare at him forever. I don’t want to let go. Ever.