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“Why do I get the sense you want ?” he asks

Willie Nelson croons on the staticky AM radio, and the truck bounces over a patch of potholes as we soar though winding roads and over dark hills like a Wyo to miss when I’m in New York

Gathering a hard breath, I let it go

“I don’t know …” hts trail, but I continue, “becauseto ?”

Wyatt slon as we approach our turn at the Gallagher corner, the one with the dilapidated one-roonarled limbs My stomach cartwheels in anticipation as we approach the line shack where we’ve spent countless late nights together talking and drea each other’s company in more ways than one …

For years, this has been our thing

And he’s been my person

In twoit all behind …

“Why wouldn’t I , and for a flicker of a eous face We were just a couple of fresh in the back of a social studies classroom for reasons we didn’t share at the time I borrowed a pencil froht I wasn’t looking Every so often, our eyes would catch, and I swear to God I saw stars Literal stars I spent the rest of the day lightheaded, floating on a breeze with a song in my head like some Disney princess who finally met The One

After that, I had to know him

I couldn’t not know him

He was all I thought about fro, until the ht, and even then, he’d visit me in my dreams

Teenage infatuation aside, I never could’ve anticipated just how close ere going to beco