We’d shared sun-warmed joy and salt-sprayed days, and now I wanted to have the candlelit dinner and the lazy moonlit night. In fact, I wanted everything. I wanted his sharp edges and the teased-out laughs. I wanted to watch his eyes glitter, then turn mischievous or soft or startled, doe-eyed or wondrous or uncertain. He was like a top that spun and spun, and I was dizzy with him.
