1 prologue

Dear Austin,

Do you remember laying under the stars in a field with a pretty girl? Do you remember telling me to write it all down? To write a book of all the beautiful thing that mattered to me, of all the things I want to remember. You told me I wasn't the writing type but the feeling type. How did you know me better than my self? Here it is, you gave me the words I didn't know I had. Here are all my thoughts and feelings that I could never say aloud. Everything that you needed to hear but I was too broken to say.

austin, you have loved me without fault. I have nothing to give back but myself. So here I am, here we are, I have put our messy and beautiful love into words. Our great epic. The Odyssey I promised you.

We have always said forever in a way that promised eternity, well, I love you for however long our forever lasts. Until we are nothing but echoed stories.