“Christ, I love you, too, Taylor.” Happiness and relief and love are overflowing inside of me, only growing more intense when I stand and she’s right there in my arms, where she’s supposed to be.
But of course, the jacket has fallen off. And we have a new photo to add to the collage.
We continue to add to it for the next six decades. Until it takes up the entire wall and spills into the living room. A tapestry of joy.
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THE END