But his eyes nail me down, securing me in place, giving me away. I’m transported back in time to when we’d look at each other through this same window, smiles on our faces, stories on our tongues, and mischief in our eyes. He’s that same little boy, and I’m that same little girl, and we are untouchable. We hold our gaze for a long time, unable to break the invisible tether. I drink him in, from his tired eyes to his messy hair, to the rumpled clothing from the boxes in my attic. I try to pretend how things would
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