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I loved sports and played them all my life. My cancer had also placed me on the sidelines, and my dad worried it might ruin my high school football chances. I was actually more worried about surviving.
Henners, You mean a lot to me. I’ll never forget you. It’s been really hard, but you made everything better. I’ll be rooting for you. Good luck. XOXO, Lark
His hair was longer on top now but still cut short on the sides, his bangs framing those dark eyes. Except now he was a giant. Tall and hulking, he could probably lift me off my feet with one arm.
“So you do recognize me,” I said, and he winced. “And now that your friends aren’t around and we don’t have an audience, it’s safe to acknowledge me?”
I guess Henry Albrecht was in my life again. Sort of. At least from a distance. But now everything was different. We weren’t kids with cancer anymore.
He was lithe, his movements fluid and elegant. My friends would poke fun at some of these moves, but I thought it was beautiful.
It was sort of wonky because he was weak and didn’t have a lot of momentum. It made me laugh, and I instantly felt better. It was always that way with him.
“What?” “Nothing, I just…forgot about your laugh…and how much I enjoyed it back then.”
As soon as our mouths met in a gentle brush of lips, it was as if the universe had stopped spinning and everything that normally felt wrong inside me clicked into place. This, right here, was everything I’d been missing.
“Wanna make you feel good,” I murmured against his mouth. He tightened his hold. “You already do. Just by being here.”
“What do you dream about?” Lark asked. You, I wanted to say but held back because that thought was way too intense.
You’re beautiful. And I wish somehow, some way, that you could be mine. XOXO
In a wobbly voice, Lark asked, “Did you mean what you wrote on the card?” “With all my heart,” I replied without hesitation. Lark sighed dreamily. “I want that too.”
