All The Summers Between Us | TSITP

The End, And Everything After.

Every story begins with a choice.

But this one — Lydia and Conrad's story — began with a moment.

A summer, a glance, a heartbeat that lasted too long.

They weren't perfect. They were messy, complicated, stubborn, human. They hurt each other, ran from each other, found each other again. And maybe that's why their story matters — because it wasn't simple. It wasn't a straight line. It was real.

Lydia Conklin was never the kind of girl who made small mistakes. She loved all the way — loudly, clumsily, fearlessly. She fell apart, picked herself back up, crossed oceans, and still somehow found her way home.

And Conrad Fisher — he loved in the quiet way, the kind of love that hides in the pauses, that waits when it hurts, that stays when every reason says it shouldn't.

They spent years chasing peace in all the wrong places — through weddings and oceans and words they couldn't say. But love, when it's true, has this strange gravity. It pulls you back — to the person, to the place, to the version of yourself you left behind.

That's what Cousins was for them — a memory and a promise.

It's where they grew up.

It's where they broke.

And, finally, it's where they came back whole. Sometimes love isn't about grand gestures or perfect timing.

Sometimes it's about the courage to try again. It's about standing in front of the person you've always loved, after all the years and silence, and saying, "I'm still here."

Lydia learned that healing isn't forgetting — it's remembering without pain.

Conrad learned that love doesn't have to hurt to be real.

And together, they learned that the right person will always find their way back to you — even if it takes a train, a letter, or an ocean.

So maybe this isn't just their story. Maybe it's everyone's.

Maybe it's for the people who had to lose something to understand what love really is.

Maybe it's for the ones still waiting, still hoping, still believing that timing isn't everything— heart is.

Because in the end, it wasn't about Paris or Cousins or the years in between.

It was about two people who found their way back to each other, over and over again.

And if you ever doubt whether love can survive distance, grief, or time.

remember this:

In every world, in every version,

Lydia Conklin will always choose Conrad Fisher.

And Conrad Fisher will always, always find his way home.