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Burke’s Bakery is both my biggest accomplishment and one of my biggest problems. I love it.
He’s so different from me. If I’m autumn, he’s spring. He’s all smiles and glowing warmth. His blue eyes are so deep, like the first beautiful clear sky of the season. He likes to rest them on my breeze-blown hair, drift them down to my painted lips or to the cardigan falling off my shoulder.
“I would never say you deserve to be alone. Because you don’t. And I never want to hear you say that again.”
I open my mouth to speak. To say, I love you. You can break my walls down. But then Cliff traces his thumb over my bottom lip and says, “I like you because you’re Michelle. And that’s enough.”
Her face, already flushed with pink, deepens to a red. I run a thumb over the color with a smile. And it hits me. I love this woman. I don’t know when it happened. It slipped over me so softly, like the changing of seasons. The seeping scent of baked bread first thing in the morning. A wistful sigh on a perfect fall day. I love Michelle. I’ve loved her for far too long.