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London“This pain isn’t exclusive to me, but it aches as if it is.”
—London Wright
“I love you,” I say, forcing my voice to be steady with strength that I didn’t know I had.
“I know, and I love you, London—more than you’ll ever know. I’m not good with words.” He pauses, letting out a strained sigh. “And this good-bye stuff is so new and hard. I want to tell you all the right things…and I just…” His voice trails off as he grabs the back of his neck. His eyes close, and he lets his head fall back until his face points toward the cloudy sky.
“Hey…” I place the palm of my hand against his abdomen.
He lowers his gaze to meet mine.
“First, you are amazing with words, much more so than you give yourself credit for.”
He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. They emit so much sadness, bu
