Then I realized, we were no longer Merideth and Derek; vows on a piece of paper. We evolved. We fought. I broke. You gave up. Then a baby happened. Somehow I became April and you, Jackson.
“At this moment there are six billion, five hundred and two million, eight hundred and sixty seven thousand, one hundred and twenty people in the world, give or take a few and sometimes all you need is one. For better or for worse.”
I just want my bestfriend back.