Three last words pop up, and I break down. Brant: I love you. Falling sideways onto my bed, I pull the covers up to my chin and squeeze Aggie tight, my heart seizing with both relief and fear. Relief because we’re going to forget about it. Fear because I’m not sure we can. I stare at the bluebird on my wall with blurry eyes, thinking about that kiss, thinking about the wings it grew and how I tried to clip them. Realizing and knowing that they may not rise… They may not soar… But clipped wings can still fly.
