neg-head-and-shoulder-blur.jpgneg-head-and-shoulder-blur.jpgneg-head-and-shoulder-blur.jpgShe asks the question, without words, wondering if the connection is still as strong – eight years later. “Can you hear the echo even this early, before the full moon reaches its zenith? Before the sun crests the horizon, eclipsing the moon with his brazen attack on my desire for more sleep? It was just a whisper of I love you.”

His silence answers back, booming inside her head, “I hear it, even when you only think the words.”

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