I hear the doorbell ring, letting me know that Wendy’s here. I tuck my phone back into the pocket of my jeans as I make my way to the front door, and the sight of her looking so beautiful on my doorstep knocks my breath out of my lungs, the same way seeing her always does. She’s in long, beige-colored pants with a light-green cardigan covered in daisies on top of a tucked in white shirt. Her hair is half-up, half-down, her bangs falling around the sides of her face, and she looks like an angel with the way the sunlight is hitting her.
