Snapshot

by Kay Cove

My mother used to tell me true love transcends death. But how would she know? She didn’t marry her true love. Then again, neither did I.

But the pain is necessary. It reminds me that it was real.

I know I missed my chance in this lifetime, but if there’s any hope of a second chance for us… I’ll be there. In a white dress. Waiting for you at the gazebo.

I’m definitely in trouble. He’s so sexy. So flirty. Funny. Protective. Charming. Sexy again. I just want to rub up against his body like a cat and make him my favorite scratching post.

I swear he could tell me to jump off a bridge or take a nap in a bonfire with that look on his face, and I’d do it.