I Can Fix That

by Juliana Smith

“I can fix that. It’s like your catchphrase.”

“To love and be loved is like feeling the sun from both sides.”

He looked like a toddler who just woke up from a nap and it was nothing short of adorable.

his stroll over to me reminded me of a baby giraffe trying to walk for the first time.

There sat several trinkets. The first one that grabbed my attention was a white pebble. It was the pebble from when we were at the bar. I knew we lost it somewhere in our game but I wasn’t paying enough attention to see him stick it in his pocket.

Next to the pebble was one of the tickets to the flower field we went to. Beside those was the fortune from the cookies he

brought the first time he came over. I picked it up and saw a receipt sitting below it. 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 ...

“They’re my June-venir’s.”

“I kept it in case I would get lucky enough to meet you again. And then I couldn’t stop saving little souvenirs from our meetings.”

Tonight he took me fearlessly,

You always want to fix things for someone else that you have never taken the time to fix yourself.”

I used to hate the man I was, I hated everything about him. I hated how bitter I was, how I blamed everybody for what was taken from me, how I despised the world around me for something that none of us could control. I hated my personality, I hated how I looked, I hated how I felt, I hated every single aspect of my life until you showed up.

I need you in my life and I have never been more sure of anything.

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

“I love you. I have since I saw you climbing those paint cans, I will till I am old and gray. I love you so damn much.”