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Beware the fury of a patient man.
I wanted her and everything she was.
This is what you were built for. Me.”
“I never wanted anyone else. Don’t you see that?”
I heard her breathing behind me, shallow and fast, and I knew she was scared. I could feel her everywhere. On my skin, in my chest, in my hands . . .
After all the years and all the times when I should’ve known, it took her nearly getting killed for me to realize what she meant to me. For me to realize how ingrained in every moment of my life she was and how she’d always been there, right in front of me.
Her, riding her bike around my driveway when she was five. Her, learning to swim in my pool. Her, running around and doing cartwheels in my backyard. Her, biting her nails when I entered the room. Her, sitting next to my mother at every basketball game in high school. Her, refusing to even look in my direction when I hung out with a girl. And me, barely able to hold back the smile at the little looks she stole and how nervous she was when I was close. She was always there, and it was always us.
