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Abby Jimenez
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September 9 - September 10, 2025
Sometimes the hardest place to live is the one in-between.
“You realize that repeatedly bringing me my favorite coffee is comparable to feeding a stray cat, right? You might never get rid of me now.” “Good,” he said, pulling me close to kiss me with an enormous grin. “I was hoping for something like that.”
I was a ghost, wandering the rooms of a museum of the person I used to be, and Jason was like one of the living who could somehow see me and decided to wander the place with me.
This was just a season, and there’s beauty in all seasons. Even if you are looking forward to the next one.
He shook his head. “It’s just how I feel. I’m yours. All of me. I think I always belonged to you. Even when you belonged to someone else.” His eyes moved back and forth between mine. “Tucker knew it. He took one look and he saw the other half of me inside of you and he brought you home.”
Sometimes the hardest place to live is the one in-between. And sometimes in-between is all you’ll ever get.
But my job is to help you with your crazy. Make you the best, most magnificent crazy you can be.”
“You think you know what love looks like. You think the fairy tales and the romantic movies prepare you. And then you finally, really truly find it and you realize you never knew a thing about it until her.” He shook his head. “She was every love song I’ve never been good enough to write.”
“How did you see me?” I whispered. He came up to look at me. He had tears in his beautiful, blue eyes. “I told you, Sloan. I’d notice you in a crowd of a million.”