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His eyes flash up to mine, and as we stare at each other, time seems to slow down around us, giving us this single moment to reflect on our regrets, on what we should have said but never had the courage, the strength to say when it mattered most.
“Well, if you weren’t spouting heart eyes for the man, you might have heard me walking up with my cane.”
This is my girl. The one I’ve been waiting for. And sure, it might have taken a few years and some letters delivered by a friend, but we’re here, in each other’s arms, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
