I felt a sense of release, as Harry drove away from the cemetery, in which I finally got the closure I needed. I said my goodbyes to the two greatest men I knew as I grew up, and left my guilt behind to continue on with my future, with the greatest man I knew, now.
His support and comfort during my goodbye, made the whole thing so much less painful, and more so positive as I gained the confidence to speak from my heart, and let go of the hurt I carried around from both losses.
I looked down at my tattoo on my wrist, thinking about the symbolism of an anchor, and just how relevant it truly was to our relationship. Of course it meant something at the time of getting it, but right now, it was even more appropriate.
He'd helped me through so many life changing events this past year, and without him, I didn't think I would have gotten through it as well as I had. He grounded me, kept me safe, and brought stability to my life. He was my human anchor- he saved me, everyday.
"I love you," I reached up for his cheek, striking his rough stubble with my fingers.
"I love you too," he chuckled, surprised by my outpouring of affection.
"Why are you laughing?" I tapped his chest, smiling along with his mysterious outburst.
"It's just nice to hear you say that sporadically," he shrugged.
"I always tell you I love you."
"That is true, you do, but never just randomly like that, for no particular reason. We've kind of been sitting here quietly, and you just said it out of no where, I like that."
I really hadn't even noticed I never told him I loved him just out of the blue. But it obviously meant something to him, so I made a mental note to do it more often. He knew I did though, even if I didn't say it, I showed it constantly, like he showed me he loved me too.
"You're so cute," I gushed, leaning over to kiss his cheek.
"No cuter than you, my love," he held onto my hand, resting it on his lap.
"Really though, thank you for everything. You've done more than enough for me lately, you've put up with a lot, and forgiven me for things I wouldn't blame you for running from."
"Why would I run from you Jen?" He asked me, a little agitated I would suggest that.
"I don't know, it might get a bit much for you, so I wouldn't blame you if you stopped chasing me."
"Not this again..." He sighed.
"What?" I questioned him, confused.
"You're still holding onto the time I said the chase gets tiring. Jen, I didn't mean that, it was probably the most idiotic thing I've said. We all say things in the heat of the moment that we don't mean, there was no truth to it, I promise you."
To be truthful, I hadn't even thought of that, but it was true what they said about forgiving someone for what they'd said, but never forgetting how it made you feel. When he said that, it scared me, and hurt me a lot that he could potentially give up on me one day. But he never did, so that fear slowly faded away, and now I had no doubts about his commitment to me.
"I honestly didn't put two and two together, I know you wouldn't leave me. At least I hope you wouldn't, because I couldn't handle losing you, too," I admitted to him. The thought alone made me sick.
"Lucky for you, you'll never have to experience losing me, because I'm here for the long haul. Jen, we live in a world where everything is changing, people come and go, we're all evolving, all moving on with our lives, but the one thing I want you to know that will never change, is us. I'll never stop loving you, and I'll never stop fighting for us, I promise you that," he squeezed my hand, looking me in the eyes very intensely, getting his point across.
YOU ARE READING
With the future looking uncertain at the end of Something Greater - the second book in the Something Great trilogy - has Jenelle survived the dark turn her labour has taken, or is Harry set to be a single father? Life has now become a balancing act...