Maybe falling in love again won’t fix your heart, darling,”
he said, cupping her cheek, slowly moving his thumb
across her soft skin in circles, “maybe you need to fall in
love with the little things first. Fall in love with moments
and seconds and seasons, with objects and sunsets and
rain and the moon. Fall in love with fictional characters
and the smell of a new book, fall in love with coming
home after a long day and pouring yourself a hot cup of
coffee. Fall in love with yourself, your freckles, your waist,
your smile, that dimple on your cheek. And whenever
you’re ready,
fall in love with me.
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