“Maybe I didn’t like you yet,” she admits. “Maybe I just liked the idea of you. Maybe I hoped you could become someone great, and maybe I hoped I could be a part of that.”
“Am I?” he wonders. “Great?”
“Better,” she says. “You’re good.”
It wouldn’t mean anything coming from anyone else. But because it comes from her, it means absolutely everything. “You’re a part of that, y’know.”
She gives his hand another squeeze and laces her fingers between his. Before long, she falls asleep like that, and Matt reckons her touch could keep him pinned in place until his very last breath. For the first time in his adult life, he understands why his pops is always praising simple pleasures.
And by God, he really is in love with her.
- Sarah Coury, Full Circle: 1986
Mood board inspired by Full Circle by @averagejoesolomon
