Authors: Evan Reeves
Sitting next to Ben, talking about ideas and the future and what we could possibly create together, life felt like an open canvas. It could be whatever I wanted to be. I didn't need anything grand or spectacular, just one faint burst of light to call my own. One life, one love, one story. The kind of stories that are really only as enduring as the Earth continues to turn and the sun continues to burn.
I looked at Ben, he looked at me, and I smiled. Echoing a silent goodbye to the city below as we lifted off and into the spectacular unknown.
This was mine.