Is this what it feels like? Wanting to share all your pieces, the good ones and the not-so-good ones? Wanting to take her hand in yours and hold tight as you take each step forward? Steps into the unknown, the dark and the light, where we tackle fears together and come out stronger each time. I trace the soft lines of Olivia’s face beneath the fragments of moonlight that stream across her, and I know. I brush my knuckles across her cheekbone, and when her lashes don’t flutter, I whisper the words against her skin. “I think I love you, Ollie.”
