His birthday, but it felt like mine.
As if waking and opening eyes to skin and shadows in sheets was a gift, as if every breath of laughter and my eyelashes pressed closed in sunlight were a gift. I told him he was the summer night that I walked barefoot in the dark and the adults drank wine. And I meant it.
Love.
And what I've been doing for the past month.
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