I Can Fix That

by Juliana Smith

But I also hate the idea of you being in anyone else’s arms. I am a damn hypocrite, but I can’t be near you and not touch you.”

The receipt was nothing fancy; it was just for some paint from Cooper’s hardware store. It was clearly a little old and worn. I turned over the back to see a date written in bright red ink on the back. The date was May of last year and it was circled in the same red ink. Below the date was one word. “Her.” It was underlined twice as if that was the most important part of the receipt.

He grinned over at me “They’re my June-venir’s.” I thought my heart was going to implode.

I am yours, Hart. I will always call you Hart till I can one day call you Dawes.