Date: 2024-12-17 04:06 am (UTC)
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Sometimes it still stuns me that we’ve found ourselves here, as a married couple sharing such domesticity, but at the same time nothing has ever felt so right. Setting my fingers on piano keys, and setting my sights on him. Those are the two greatest things I have ever done in my life.

As I set the table, I even start to hum a little without realizing it. I haven’t done anything musical in days, maybe in weeks. Here I am, unthawing.

Oliver comes over as I set down the last of the silverware, and his question stills me for a moment. But then I smile a little to myself and nod, turning to look at him.

“It does feel like we’ve outgrown this place,” I say as I pick up my own glass. “I want to keep the store, but—“ I glance around and swallow hard, nodding a few times and smiling at him, soft but genuine. “Yeah. I’d feel good about it.”
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