It was everything I’d wanted. Everything I’d hoped for but knew I would never have, down to every last detail, every last petal. But I’d never told him. I’d always been too chicken-shit to speak this into existence, and I knew if I told Franky, he wouldn’t have rested until it happened, and so I’d made a game out of him finding out, knowing he never would because I’d never be brave enough to tell him.
