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“I like the person you are. I wouldn’t change a thing.” “No edits?” “Not a single one.”
He’s one of those flame-like people whom we all gravitate toward like moths, soaking in their warmth.
“I hate you,” I say as he carries me to the edge of the dock, my arms around his neck. He smiles at me, water running down his face in glistening rivulets. “Nah,” he says. “You love me.”
He stares into my eyes, and it’s the look from the photos. The look artists write songs and poems and books about. It’s the look I saw that day in the darkroom.
“I saw something else in those photos,” Charlie says. And then he goes for it. “I saw myself falling in love with you.”