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But here was the thing (it was an important thing), if a fifty-micrometer sperm could join with a point-one millimeter egg and result in an entire human being, then two cruciverbalists could fall in love … twice.
“Sorry. No goodnight kiss for you.” His good hand slid around my neck, his fingers teasing my nape. “Why?” he whispered. Biting my lips to keep him from stealing anything, I shrugged. “Because it’s officially morning, not night.”
“Who are you?” “According to you, I’m the lost fisherman. Just trying to find myself.”
“The only memories of my past I want to get back … are the ones of you.”
“I told her I’m engaged to a woman I’ve known nearly my whole life. But I’m in love with a woman I’ve known for a breath, maybe two.”
The only gift I cared to give my future husband was the most confident version of myself. A full heart and a humbled soul.
me, it doesn’t matter if you loved me then, it only matters if you love me now.” He turned. “Just …” I whispered. “Love me today.”
“You’re one, Fisher.” “One in what?” I opened the door, and he closed it behind us. “Not in anything. Not one in eighty thousand. Not one in a billion times infinity. You’re just one. The one.”
It was one thing to hear someone tell you they love you. It was something entirely different, infinitely more special to hear them say the words to someone else like it was a three-word explanation for their existence. I love her. I was the luckiest her in the world.
“I love you today.” He shrugged a shoulder. “And I’m going to wake up and do the same thing tomorrow.”
And when it happened, when I remembered the feeling, it felt indescribable, in some way like the universe was laughing at me. How could I have not known? Not like my brain forming the memory, more like my soul tapping on my heart and saying, ‘Yo, dumb ass, remember her? We love her. ‘We will always love her.’”
What kind of cookies are you going to bring me? You know I have a thing for your cookies … your muffins … your whole damn bakery.”
“Can I do it now?” “Do what?” I asked with a soft voice, running my fingers through his messy hair. “Can I love you forever?” I swallowed a little emotion that had been building since I saw the closet. “Yes.”
“Are you going to say yes?” I asked after she blinked a thousand times. Lifting one shoulder, she relinquished a grin. “I’m thinking about it.”
