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Without warning, I get a flash of a book cover. Owen and me in each other’s arms, him wearing his fireman’s coat with no shirt, me with my hair askew, one arm draped around his neck and the other arm alluringly arched downward with a book in one hand, and we’re both set in the foreground of a house ablaze. The title, in a script-y but readable font, reads Forge of the Heart. I burst out laughing and clap my hands over my mouth. It’s a horrible title. He looks over at me, completely confused. “You. . .okay?” I try not to giggle. “Yeah, I’m just. . .it’s fine. I’m fine. Just remembered something
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“You okay?” “Yeah,” I say. “You’re a bad liar.”
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Practical in Poughkeepsie.
I have to agree with Practical in Poughkeepsie.
thoughtfulness does feel a little like romance.
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I give her a pointed look and she grins at me. It’s nice having my sister back in my life.
Ah! The joy of siblings! What would we do without them?
“Unpopular opinion, but I prefer the Keira Knightley version to the BBC miniseries with Colin Firth.”
FINALLY!!! A romantic who thinks the same as me!!!
I made Owen smile.
“Honey, he is speaking my language. Being thoughtful. Doing things that will show me he loves me. It doesn’t matter what the gesture is, if the intent behind it is to show someone you care, then it can be romantic.”
Preach, mama!
It’s apple pie weather. Pumpkin spice weather.
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‘when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with someone, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible’
