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“What’s your dream car?” Maya props her elbows on the table. “Umm. A 1967 Chevy Impala. If you throw in Dean Winchester too, I wouldn’t be opposed.”
“Because those who see beauty in chaos also see flowers instead of weeds, and that’s a gift in a world like ours.”
It hits me that playing guitar isn’t the only music that feeds my soul anymore. Chloe’s laughs are the sweetest melody, a harmony of sounds that can’t be recreated by any strings or notes. They fill me with a warmth, banishing the darkness that grew and festered over the years after my accident.
“Life is about creating the memories that matter, while forgetting the ones that don’t.”
She’s my kaleidoscope in a world of gray.
She’s like a rainbow after the storm, and I’ll be damned if she fades away once the sun breaks through the clouds.
Chloe didn’t just steal a piece of my heart. She carved her initials into it, branding me for life.
“And most of all, loving you is realizing heaven isn’t a place, but a person.”
Where most people see weeds, I only see you—my beautiful wildflower, untamed and free.
“And most of all, loving you is realizing I don’t have to make a wish ever again because I already have everything I could ever want.”
