I say. “I love you.” And then I kiss her. Later, much later, at a time that is unknown to me at this point, I will unbutton Rachel slowly. I will kiss her collarbone, and think of watermelon in summer, explored down to the rind. I will hope and imagine that I can see our lives from above the universe, hope that we are together for the course of our lives. But at this moment, it is a kiss. It is a kiss that continues while we put the “Prufrock” letter back in the book and back in the Library. It is a kiss that continues while I lead her up the stairs for some privacy. It is a kiss that
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