No, it was more than that. It was a beginning.
“I missed you, Ricks.” He produced a tiny dandelion flower from his pocket and gently placed it behind my ear, his finger drawing down the curve of my cheek, just like in my dream.
The truth of his words resonated in the magic, in the moments we had shared, in my soul.
“I missed you too,” I said, linking our hands back together. “Let’s not do that again.”
He nodded and swallowed and looked like he was about to apologize again, but I was done with regrets.
I walked past him, but held on to his fingers. He pivoted with the movement, and we let our arms stretch out, our fingers still joined. I glanced back at him.
“Come on,” I said. “Let’s build a shop.”
He grinned and closed the distance between us, then walked with me to the shovels, to the wood, and to the start of our second chance.
