Drawn Together

by Juliana Smith

Up close and personal, he smiles, and I feel like I have been lit by the sun from within.

“You never smile at me.” “I do, just usually when you’re not looking.”

And what a privilege it is to be called Fletcher Harding’s anything.

Everybody’s got something they’re taking with them. They’re all drawn together that way.”

Lucky was the only word Fletcher could think of when it came to Flora Anderson.

I’ve seen Flora Anderson share a thousand smiles, but I like to think she saves the best ones for me.

You bring everything you touch to life.

“But…you were listening?” “I’m always listening to you.”

“Flora, I could spend every hour I have left searching for the right letters to draw together to make up some word for how I feel about you, and I’d still never find it.”

“You consume me. In everything I do.

You’re the narrator of all my thoughts; everywhere I go, it’s you on my mind.”

Wherever Flora Anderson ended, Fletcher Harding began.