For the past week, life has been good, and today, I am picking Drew up from the Detroit Metro airport. I was also excited to see him because I missed home, and another part of me was nervous about the upcoming court date.
Drew's plane would land in about forty minutes, and once I picked him up, we would meet up with my attorney to go over everything. I had no clue what the outcome would be, but when I told the pastors of the situation, we prayed I wouldn't go to jail. I didn't want to go to jail.
Since I messaged Tyler, things between us have been going okay. Every morning he messages me and tells me he loves me and to have a great day. At night he tells me he loves me and wishes me sweet dreams, and I love getting those messages.
I have been messaging him back, and we have discussed
