it was a secret, but because it felt like something

s handwriting was crooked and unsure, like he'd written it in a r

d say it to you. Not because I know how

in my head. Over breakfas

yet. But that ache that shows up when someone sees you a little more c

de me like nothing happened, but his eyes lingered longer, and he laughed softer

me his dog had die

his rice. "I thought I would. But I

said. "Sometimes th

e both knew-this was the start of something

. Not o

just lunch, pretending we didn't alrea