And god, fear almost bowls me over right then because will I ever not find her in everything? Will I ever be able to not make everything about summer and Sage again? I’ll see some spotted cows and I’ll imagine her robe the night we met. I’ll taste berries and think of her lips. I’ll hear any pun and break into a sob. “It’s been a privilege to fall in love with you, Sage,” I tell her helplessly. Her expression shatters, and I kiss the tears from her cheeks before I have to wrench myself away.
