Lila

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It’s a slow-motion avalanche. I love you. I think. “I love you.” I say. I can’t gauge time in this moment. It crawls. So. Slowly. He doesn’t immediately open his eyes when the smile overtakes his face. He doesn’t try to hide it, not his smile, and not the emotions feeding it.
When We Were
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