“I picture you.” My vocal cords freeze. “Good. Keep going.” I smack his arm. “I picture you as well,” he says. “I have since I was seventeen.” “Really?” “It wasn’t fair to the other people I was with, but you’ve been the most fascinating person to me. And no one could really compare in my mind.” I rephrase his words and hear I love you. Even if he won’t ever say them. This proclamation inflates my courage. And I sit up a little straighter on his lap. I lick my lips and continue, “I picture you and me.” “We’re getting somewhere close, I suspect.” I glare. “We can move on if you don’t want to
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