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300 pages, Paperback
First published September 17, 2018
We hold hands. They lock together, and maybe our feet lift a little. Like there's still magic left. Still stardust to squander.
I place a paper star on her knee. "For you, little Kricket." She stares down at it as it toddles on her jiggling knee, and then back up at me. "What is it?"
"It's a wish.”
She toys with it, treating it like it's fragile and may disintegrate at her touch. "A wish?"
I nod. "A wish I'm trying to find the will to make true."
She pokes at the corners.
I understand that love is like this. Folding yourself over and into another. Creasing and compromising until you've made something beautiful.
I know that we're right where we're meant to be. Not holding each other together. Just holding each other.
We fall. We laugh. We open.
We are bridged and broken no longer.