Blake
In over my head, no question about it. And I didn’t even have the wherewithal to realize.
I believed in the picture unfolding before me. In that pretty tableau, Rebecca and I could fly kites together. We could laugh when our kite strings got tangled up and her kite started dancing across the sky like a big, flopping rainbow-colored dirigible.
believedI could grab her hand like I had the right to, even though I had no idea whether she had a boyfriend or if she was just in a vulnerable place.
We felt bound in flight like the kites, caught on a strong wind, so I didn’t stop moving forward. I couldn’t. If someone had asked me a month earlier if I wanted to spend time with Rebecca Finley, I probably would have shrugged at the impossibility and never given it more thought.
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