Oh, Mathew

Excerpt:










            “I
won’t. I know you hate it,” I said, forcing a smile, fighting to keep the tears
back. “I scarred you for life, crying
during Jeremiah Johnson, didn’t I?” 



            Mathew, Sara, Sam, Pat, and I had
gone to see the movie together when it first came out. Mathew had sat next to
me and I’d cried hard.

            “What were we, twelve, thirteen?” he
asked.

            “Thirteen.
That scene, where Jeremiah’s family gets killed, you told me you would move if
I didn’t stop crying,” I said.

            I remembered I was so glad to be
sitting next to him, our arms touching slightly. Bathing in pure pleasure just
to be close to him.

            “How do you remember stuff like
that?”

            He grinned and squeezed my hand. Oh, Mathew.

            “I remember a lot when it comes to
you.”





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