As he jogs, he feels his own hope catching like a kite on the wind, and he runs faster, wanting to send it higher, wanting to believe in happy endings. Wanting every grandiose, heartfelt thing he’s seen in films to course through his life with Orla, and to feel it all. To really feel it. He wants to serenade her with a boombox. To stand in the rain for the moment when they come together, water tracking down their faces. But then—like a stylus being pulled across a vinyl record—these thoughts screech to a halt and he feels suddenly ridiculous. He can almost hear Maia’s and Meg’s laughter. But
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