These are the things I want to remember…

Pacing the house downstairs for 20 minutes when I first found out you were here. His smile when I crawled in bed and whispered my discovery. Hours spent reading. More hours spent daydreaming. Panic when my nausea disappeared. Him at the piano, singing all the songs he can’t wait to play for you. Days spent hoping.

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