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If you have a baby goat, you always lead with ‘I have a baby goat.’
Me: I’ll be there in two minutes. Please act like you don’t know me. I’m sorry.
*internally screams*
It’s amazing how someone can touch you, even if you only know them for a moment in time. How they can change you, alter you indelibly.
“Nobody likes assholes,” I said quietly. “Sometimes that’s just what you think you deserve.”
It was gentle and ethereal and soft, and they hovered around us, moving in slow motion. Daniel put up a finger to touch one, and the disturbed air swirled the petals like snowflakes in a flurry. “Have you ever seen anything so perfectly beautiful?” I breathed. I turned to Daniel. But he wasn’t watching the petals anymore. He was looking at me. “Yes…” he said quietly, holding my eyes. “You.”
I dragged a loose hair on my cheek with a finger and stared out into the street. “I saw this documentary on a tsunami once,” I said. “When it’s coming, it pulls the water away from the beach. Pulls it lower than sea level so the ocean floor is exposed. You can see all the sand and shells and coral, so people go in to look at it. And then the tidal wave comes, and it’s too late to run. It already has you.”
“I love you,” he whispered. “We are together. This isn’t over. And even if you leave, it won’t be over because you’ll take the love with you and it’ll bring you back.”
Love follows you. It goes where you go. It doesn’t know about social divides or distance or common sense. It doesn’t even stop when the person you love dies. It does what it wants. Even if what you want is to not be in love.
Grace would have cost them nothing.
I didn’t want to tell her that if I was there, I’d rub them every night. I’d have a bath ready for her when she got home, I’d have her scrubs for tomorrow washed and pressed and laid out, dinner ready. I’d take care of her.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
“Mom, I really hope you find your voice. I know it’s in there. For your own sake, I hope to God you look for it.”
Perioddd..as she should
He narrowed his eyes. “You wouldn’t mind being married to a carpenter in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere?” “I can’t really think of a better way to spend the next fifty years. And anyway, we sort of have to. Doug bet me a hundred bucks that we wouldn’t live happily ever after.” He laughed, and his whole face lit up. Dr. Alexis Montgomery Grant.
