A/N: As requested, here's the (happy) sequel to Three Words. Thanks so much to everyone for the reviews of the first part! I didn't realize you'd like it so much, but I'm so happy you did. Made me all warm n' fuzzy inside :) Anyway, this continuation begins with a lil' angst, but I promise it won't end the way the last one did. Enjoy!

In the years after he left the island, James found himself writing notes for her every once in a while. Somehow, he felt he needed to keep the tradition alive, even if she wasn't.

I miss you, baby.

I always had your back. Always will.

Saw you in a dream last night. Wish I didn't have to wake up without you.

He cried himself to sleep some nights, but she always seemed to find a way into his dreams when he needed her most. Months passed, then years, yet every night before he fell asleep, her eyes were the last image in his head. He kept the collection of notes with him always; the ones she'd written, and the ones he wrote.

Had a date tonight. Didn't see the point. Nothin' means anything without you.

Finally met Rachel and Julian. Hell of a kid. Showed her these notes. She said to say 'I love you'.

I hope you're not lonely, wherever you are. I wish I knew if I was gonna see you again.

Of course he saw her again. He passed her once while getting off of the hospital elevator, though he didn't know just who she was. Not quite yet. Then, there she was at the vending machine, telling him how to retrieve his stuck candy bar. He still didn't know her. Not quite yet. Then their hands touched, and he was flooded with a thousand memories at once. Nights spent walking along the beach and sweet kisses and a diamond ring and a hundred notes she never read…it all came back. When he'd kissed her long enough to satisfy himself that she was real, he took her home, telling her along the way about all the notes he'd written for her.

James began to wonder, and he decided to test his theory. He left her in the living room and ran to his bedroom, pulling up the floorboards just in case his crazy idea was actually true.

It was there.

James smiled as he retrieved the box and its contents, silently thanking whatever deity had made this happen. Finally. He tucked the ring and the notes in his pocket, save one. That one he folded in quarters and presented to her, not saying a word.

When she read its message, he pulled the ring from his pocket.

When she nodded in consent, he slipped it onto her finger and kissed away her joyous tears, a few of his own mixing with hers.

It ended with just one word.

Forever.