Teacups by Rae MacGregor“I’ve dreamed of meeting her all my life. I never really supposed
I would, but so many of my loveliest dreams have come true
all at once that perhaps this one will, too.”
—L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
I would be lying if I said I had never thought about it: the curve of her waist beneath my hand, her chest pressed up against mine. I didn’t think it would happen, though—not for more than a moment or two, at any rate. Hugs hello. Hugs goodbye. Embraces rationed out in parcels of platonic respectability. It was enough.
(It wasn’t enough. I wanted to lift her off her tiny feet and twirl her around just to hear her giggle. I wanted to bury my hands in her curls and sweep her up in a dramatic movie star kiss. I wanted to press my lips to the parts of herself
