When I finish reading his notebook, I look up to see my own notebook closed and in his lap. He's smiling at me and I quickly wipe away the tears that managed to sneak down my face when I read what he wrote.
"So, that's what you get for $1.50," he says. "But it has to be better than a pack of gum. Unless you had your heart set on the gum, which would really suck because I spent a shitload of time writing all that."
I flip around to face him. "Your gift was way better than a pack of gum."
"Yours too." He leans down to kiss me. "You were right, Jess. The best gifts don't cost much."
I hold up his notebook. "Thank you for doing this. Being a guy, I'm sure you weren't too comfortable writing your feelings down like that. I could barely do it."
"Yeah, well, this is just between you and me.
