If love was supposed to make everything clearer, then someone had clearly forgotten to tell me.
Because by spring, the more I loved Landon, the less certain I felt about everything else.
And that was terrifying.
Not because I doubted him.
I didn’t.
That was the problem.
I believed in Landon so much it had started bleeding into every decision I made.
Every plan.
Every version of my future.
And somewhere between winter break and the first warm stretch of March, I had started doing something I never thought I would do.
I had begun measuring my dreams against his.
And for the first time in my life…
Mine weren’t automatically winning.
The acceptance emails started rolling in on a Tuesday.
I knew because I had refreshed my portal so many times that morning I was one minor inconveni
