“You did.”
“And you decided to pick this movie, why?” I ask, sliding onto the couch and pulling a blanket over my lap. Jace takes the seat next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. He doesn’t answer me, hitting play on the movie before handing me a sandwich. “You realize I refuse to watch more than ten minutes of this movie, so if this is a joke, I’m failing to find the humor in it.”
“It’s not a joke. Eat up.”
Rolling my eyes, I take a bite of my sandwich and stare at the TV as the opening credits of the movie play. The sunrise barely peeking over the water. The man rowing his boat. I make it maybe sixty seconds, until the birds are flying toward the large white house, before tears well in my eyes. And there she is, standing in the window watching.
I used to love this movie. It was one of my favorites. Naomi and I would watch it any time we needed a good cry. Or anytime we had girls’ night.
Then I watched it with Wren. He criticized every aspect of the movie, ruining it for me. I can’t watch it without hearing his voice in my head, pointing out every flaw. And even if I can’t hear his voice, I notice the little things now. The unrealistic aspects of the story.
“Had enough yet?” Jace asks as Noah says my favorite line in the movie.
I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul, and for me, that’s enough.
It hits me in the feels every time. It always has. It’s the one part of the movie Wren didn’t comment on, and I’m thankful because I want to believe that love is enough. Enough to make you happy. Enough to make life worth living. If you have the right person, loving them becomes enough.
Looking to Jace, I give him a weak smile and wonder if he’s the right person. Will loving him be enough? Will he make me happy?
“I hate this movie,” I say, even though he already knows it.
“They said I had to pick a movie, not that we had to watch it. If I’d turned on something you liked, I was worried you wouldn’t want to make out with me.” Jace’s megawatt smile turns into a devious smirk as his mouth descends upon mine, capturing the giggle that escapes.
Loving Jace might just be enough.