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September 6 - September 19, 2025
“I want to have the confidence of wildflowers—to never give up, to flourish,
let him take another bite of food before I ask, “Are we not going to talk about the fact that I orgasmed on your leg?” He chokes, pieces of egg flying out of his mouth. “Fuck, Salem. Warn a guy before you say something like that.”
And I know, without a doubt, that whatever this is, whatever we become, if we grow and flourish like the wildflowers behind our houses, or crash and burn, it won’t matter because when I’m old and gray, lying in bed thinking about my life, he’ll be the best part.
“Who we used to be doesn’t matter, it’s who we are now, what’s in our hearts that matters most. You’re sunshine, Salem, but even the sun doesn’t always shine.” His hand moves to cup my cheek. A sigh passes through my lips as I lean into his touch. “I’m not bright like you, but I promise, when your days are dark, I’ll be your light.”
“Everyone deserves to have someone who’s there for them. I want to be your someone.” My heart stops beating.
“Does that mean I’m your someone?” His brown eyes are warm, a swirl of so many things neither of us will say yet. “No, Salem.” He shakes his head slowly. Before I can feel the sting of pain, he says, “You’re my everything.” I can’t stop the smile the blooms across my face. “I like that even more.”