desperate to find my golden girl. And when I do, my arm shoots to the ceiling in a victory-like celebration. She wore what I asked. Pride surges through me when our eyes meet, my lungs constricting in a way that has me wanting to clutch my chest. I fight off the feeling and let a smile light up my face, aching to scream a hurray at the ceiling when she smiles back, shining from head to toe with pure, unfiltered bliss.
