Meet Me at the Lake
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“She loved me. So much.”
“Of course she did,” he whispers into my neck, pressing a kiss there. “She was your mom.” - Habitante de librohar citeretsidste årIt was just a dream.”
“No,” I croak. “It was real. My mom.” - Habitante de librohar citeretsidste årHe kisses me, and it’s slow and lush and as sweet as a lemon drop
- Habitante de librohar citeretsidste årut summer doesn’t last forever.
- Habitante de librohar citeretsidste årIt’s weird how much I love it,” I say.
But the words in my head say something different. The words in my head say, It’s weird how much I love you. - Habitante de librohar citeretsidste årNo. It’s . . .” I wanted to explain how it felt as if no one had really seen me before that moment, but all I came up with was, “It’s me.”
- Habitante de librohar citeretsidste årWill leaned down, bringing his face an inch from my neck, and inhaled deeply. “You smell like sunshine,” he said into my ear.
- Habitante de librohar citeretsidste årI missed my mom, too. So much. The older I got, the more I seemed to miss her.
- Habitante de librohar citeretsidste årJust sitting beside him makes me want to crawl out of my skin. Or onto his lap.
- Habitante de librohar citeretsidste årwhile people want to express their sympathy, there’s a limit on how much suffering others can tolerate.
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