Angela pushed back his shaggy hair, falling over his not-quite-handsome face. His blue eyes sparkled like moonlight on the ocean. Everything about him was so perfect. She wanted to hold him tight and never let him go.
“I want to know everything about you.” He whispered as he leaned down to capture her bottom lip. She pushed him back.
“What did you say?”
“I, umm … want to know everything about you?” His voice cracked. Light appeared through the pores of his skin. In an instant, he was gone—...
The phone rang a few times before he answered. Her heart nearly burst through her chest at his greeting. She loved the sound of his voice, smooth like whiskey. Welcoming. “Don’t hang up.” She said immediately. She worried that once he learned who was on the phone, he would.
But as usual, he greeted her kindly and asked after her day. She knew in her heart that she should move on. He had broken off their relationship months ago, but she couldn’t seem to find a way to erase him from her heart....
It began with love letters. Words of introduction and appreciation. An opening of his heart to mine and mine to his.
I carried a few of his letters in my purse and when I felt lonely for his presence, I pulled them out and read them. When I was done, I’d close my eyes and inhale deeply, remembering our times together and reliving those experiences he wrote about. It brought him back; it brought his love back. It brought our promises together into a mosaic that became tomorrow.
He loved my...