The Ride Home

To my beloved Desmond:

I wrote this book as love letters to you. I want the world to know that you make me happy and I'm yours forever. I love you more than life itself. We're imperfect in the most perfect way. The chapters stopping at 13 is deliberate. It was 13 years ago when I realized I loved you at 17. People said it was lust. But, I knew. Once you know, you know...and I knew.

This is us.