I'm always worried that I say too much. Or do too much. Or am too much. But she doesn't let me feel that way.

She's tosses my journal onto my bed, and holds my hands ever so softly. "History won't repeat itself again, everything is different now."

She knows exactly what to say, and it's enough to keep me at peace, for now at least. "You should go to work," I remind her.

"You're more important, Priscilla."

"That's sweet, Delilah. But I don't want you to blame me afterwards if you lose a client."

Her face grows sour after hearing my words, and she tells me, "Priscilla, I meant it. I mean what I say. You're more important, I'll give them all up if I have to. I don't need anything else. I need you."

She sounds so sincere, but I tell her, "Go to work."

She stays still, and then holds my hands again, this time tighter. "I love you, Priscilla. Things are different now, I won't make the same mistakes."

"I know, Delilah. I just don't want you to lose a client!"

She shakes her head, and lets go of my hands to pull out her phone from my nightstand. She calls whoever must be this busy client of hers, and demands, "I need to reschedule. Something came up, I'm going to be out of the office all day."

I'm shocked, and her brave face remains clear as she sets a new appointment with her client for Tuesday. After she hangs up, she just looks at my hanging face and says, "I mean it, Priscilla. I want to spend the day with you. Only you."

It's the most romantic thing that anyone has ever done for me, and I smile so proudly which makes her grin too. I pull her in for a kiss, and I whisper in her ear, "I need you. Right now."

"I need you too."

We're more direct than we ever were in our teenage years, we know what we want and we know how to get it. We're bold with our words, and I'm obsessed with the control within my actions as I shove her against the wall and lean onto her. We're involved in a deep kiss, and her hands are all over my body, getting lower and lower. 

I take a step back, and I tell her to take all of her clothes off. She smirks, and doesn't object, doing so quickly. She helps me take mine off, and I slowly direct her hands to where I most want them, bringing newfound feelings and obsessions with her. I then push her down onto my bed, and take the lead with my movements. 

It's just us, and that's all that counts. 

After a while, she tells me, "we have to get back to the real world."

I give her another kiss before responding with, "let's stay here forever."

She sighs, and says, "I wish we could."

I look around my small room, and I wonder if she notices its size in comparison to hers. Her room is so grand, it's huge. I couldn't provide something like that for myself at this stage in my life. 

But at least I earned it myself. 

Her name will carry her far, but I started from scratch. I'm making my own brand, some unforeseen creative soul. I think I've carried jealousy toward her before, not toward her exactly, but toward her wealth.

I could have had a different life with that wealth, but when I consider Delilah's parents, that's not something I would have wanted. It's not a competition of who can do better or afford more, and I know I've turned into one at times in the past. 

I've worked through in the past couple of years, but sometimes the thoughts still creep in. Differences in apartment sizes and statuses in companies can be reminders of our unique upbringings. 

Still, I know I'll catch up. I'll surpass my own expectations, I'll be able to accomplish that goal of giving back to my parents. It doesn't matter where either of us came from, it never did. 

"What are you thinking about?" Delilah asks me suddenly. 

I realize she's been staring at me as I've wandered off into space, and I also realize that it's ridiculous to be thinking about that while I'm in bed with her. 

"Nothing, babe."

"If you say so, " she tells me, and she adds, "should we get up now?"

"Fine."

Forever isn't real, but this is. Our relationship isn't a competition or a temporary situation.

We're real. 

I don't know how I feel about this book. Thanks for reading!