When had it snuck up on me like a thief, taking what it wanted? The day in the canoe when his bare leg brushed up against mine, and I’d thought nothing of it? The endless hours of night I’d spent clutching him tight as he steered us up winding roads and teased me by coming fatally close to the edge of a cliff? Weight-lifting shirtless in the garage, invading his workplace to see him come alive, getting high like a fiend on his belief in me, feeling both lucky and dumbfounded that he wanted to spend his spare time with me, a novice at living life. I ticked each reason off until I had zero
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