Maybe, maybe, maybe we could, one day… Lord, the thought of it—imagining it, coloring in the outlines, even thinking it was a possibility—walked like a ghost through my veins, so powerful it felt like a memory, something I had time-traveled forward and seen with my own eyes. Noël, stunningly gorgeous, the both of us in matching cowboy hats. Me with my arms around him, my hands laced behind his back, gazing into his full-hearted eyes as someone read our vows. The candlelight flickering in his ocean eyes, the sea foam hugging our ankles. All that champagne and starlight, and the music rolling on
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