Even though I didn’t specify which home we’d be going to, it didn’t matter. This entire time I’d been thinking about where my home was. At first it was California, then Wisconsin. But in truth, home isn’t necessarily where you sleep at night.
It’s where you feel like yourself.
Where you’re most comfortable.
Where you don’t have to pretend, where you can be just you.
I had finally reached that place because Macallan is home to me.
So, as I was saying, guys and girls can be friends.
Best friends.
And what’s better than falling in love with your best friend?
Nothing.
You always have to get the last word in, don’t you?
You know it.
Yes, I do.
Yep.
Oh, Macallan …
Yes, Levi?
I love you.
I love you, too.
And there you are again, having to get the last word in.
But I don’t think you mind.
Not at all.
Good.