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January 27 - February 4, 2025
That motherfucking fucker.
“When I dream about you naked, you’re not usually so hobbled, and you’re a lot more enthusiastic about it.”
Namely, letting go of the oar that’s now slipping the final inches off the side of the canoe. I dart forward to catch it just as Zac does the same. And this really must be a sappy romance novel come to life, because we end up missing the paddle completely and grabbing each other’s hands instead.
“You—” I struggle for the right words. “You’re hitting on me. You realize that, right?” “I’ve been hitting on you all weekend. Thanks for finally noticing.”
WHAT IS LOVE BOMBING? SEVEN SIGNS TO LOOK FOR.
“Just so you’re aware, it’s not required that you preface your feelings by calling yourself names. It’s not your job to keep my ego intact, least of all, by minimizing the way you feel.”
“I’ll fit you so good, Mel. You and me, we were made for each other. You’ll see.”
“You realize you’re encouraging me to come up with a plan to meet a guy, right?” “Nah, I’m just waiting for you to realize you can check that off your list at any time. You’ve got one sitting right here.” I make a show of looking around, but he cuts off the beginnings of my comeback with a pointed, unamused look. “That would be me, you brat.”
She nuzzles into me. “I don’t understand how you’re single.” “I’ve never been single. I’ve been yours.”
After all, she isn’t supposed to be here with me. But I’m gonna marry that girl one day. There’s no other way about it.
We’re sandwiched in the space between our cars, an unnecessary shelter in this empty lot, but it feels like we’re in our own little world, just me and my Clover.
“We’ll paint yellow polka dots all over the walls, if that’s what you want.”
‘She looks like the sun, Mom,’ ” Andrea says, voice dropping in apparent imitation. Zac stiffens at my side. “ ‘Mixed with a little bit of rain.’ I’ll never forget it. The sweetest words coming from a fourteen-year-old boy.”
She’s that first ray of sunlight after a bad storm. Peeking through the clouds.
“Find it? What do you think was important enough to go back for in that storm?” “This is what got us stranded together in the woods?” I am flying. I am weightless, made of air and hope. “You always had it with you?” “I always had it with me.”
“I’d burn everything to the ground for you and walk away without another look.”
