He laughed at my threat. “Well, it won’t be too hard to find me.

You
know exactly where I’ll be.”
I smiled. “Where everything is better.”
He smiled back. “In Boston.”
And then he kissed me.
Ellen, I know you’re an adult and know all about what comes next, but I
still don’t feel comfortable telling you what happened over those next
couple of hours. Let’s just say we both kissed a lot. We both laughed a lot.
We both loved a lot. We both breathed a lot. A lot. And we both had to cover
our mouths and be as quiet and still as we could so we wouldn’t get caught.
When we were finished, he held me against him, skin to skin, hand to
heart. He kissed me and looked straight in my eyes.
“I love you, Lily. Everything you are. I love you.”
I know those words get thrown around a lot, especially by teenagers. A
lot of times prematurely and without much merit. But when he said them to
me, I knew he wasn’t saying it like he was in love with me. It wasn’t that
kind of “I love you.”
Imagine all the people you meet in your life. There are so many. They
come in like waves, trickling in and out with the tide. Some waves are much
bigger and make more of an impact than others. Sometimes the waves bring
with them things from deep in the bottom of the sea and they leave those
things tossed onto the shore. Imprints against the grains of sand that prove
the waves had once been there, long after the tide recedes.
That was what Atlas was telling me when he said “I love you.” He was
letting me know that I was the biggest wave he’d ever come across. And I
brought so much with me that my impressions would always be there, even
when the tide rolled out.
After he said he loved me, he told me he had a birthday present for me.
He pulled out a small brown bag. “It isn’t much, but it’s all I could afford.”
I opened the bag and pulled out the best present I’d ever received. It was
a magnet that said “Boston” on the top. At the bottom in tiny letters, it said
“Where everything is better.” I told him I would keep it forever, and every
time I look at it I’ll think of him.
When I started out this letter, I said my sixteenth birthday was one of the
best days of my life. Because up until that second, it was.
It was the next few minutes that weren’t.