a wedding is a bleeding together of those two souls. Like two rivers running together. All that water becoming the same water. Mine did that. “When I met you, I saw in your face the hope that yours might be that too. I guess meeting you was a reminder that I knew a precious, tender love at one time. And I think…if I’m honest, I wanted to brush up alongside that. To touch it. Come face-to-face with it. In doing so I thought maybe I could remember…because…I don’t want to forget.” She reached up and thumbed the tear off my face. “I think that’s why I invited you on the plane. And for that…that
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