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And isn’t it silly to love the way someone’s things look like next to yours? Little bits and pieces of lives lived in parallel.
“I’ve been thinking about kissing you all week,” I feel him say against my lips. That’s nice. I’ve been thinking about kissing him since I was twenty-three.
I wonder if they can hear all the things I’m not saying. That I don’t remember what he was wearing, but I do remember he smelled like fresh orange slices and basil. That I could hardly catch my breath the whole time we were sitting in the tiny bakery eating our grilled cheese. That I’ve liked him forever and loved him just as long.

