“Elijah,” Alex called, tapping on the window just as I started the car.

I rolled my window down, gazed at her beautiful smile and waited for her to speak.

“I forgot to tell you that I love you.” She reached in and I pressed my lips to hers.

“I love you to the moon and back,” I told her. As always, that put a huge smile on her face.

Ever since the accident, Alex has always said she loved me when we parted ways. I knew the reason why. There were no guarantees in life. There was no happily ever after—only reality. So I promised her on our wedding day that I would show her that every day with her was a blessing. We would always find our sunset, sing our hearts out, dance in the rain, jump in puddles, and make mad, passionate love. For every new day was a new beginning, a new experience, filled with new hopes and dreams—one that should always be lived as if it were your last.