Infinite

Seven

A Year Later

Dear Mel,

If you are reading this, then I must be really gone. I’m sorry I took so long to speak to you and to call you and for leaving you. Maybe in another life, we could be Something, with capital ‘S’. I meant it when I said you might just be the best girl in the world and I’m going to selfish here and ask that you think of me every now and then, even though I’m not around anymore.

Love,

Dean

Melissa folded the piece of paper for the umpteenth time and slotted it back into its envelope.

“Are you reading that again?” A pair of arms wrapped themselves around her waist and she felt their owner dropped a kiss on top of her head. “I thought you said it was cheesy?”

She blinked away the tears as she turned around and looked up at Dean. His eyes were bright and laughing and he looked as though he didn’t have a care in the world.

“I like cheesy,” she said, bringing his head down to hers. “I love cheesy.”