that matters to me is in front of me and I’m
looking her in the eyes.
“It’s you,” I whisper before smiling like a
crying idiot.
“It’s me, what?”
“You’re my hope, Erin O’Neill.”
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Erin
His hope.
I’mhis hope.
I look at him dreamily with my heart galloping
in my chest and my head and tears flooding my
eyes.
He is handsome and sweet.
And he’smine.
I caress his face, which is magnificently
covered in beard, and I smile at him, so thankful
for opening his heart to me, for letting me in
despite everything.
I draw closer to his lips and brush them
delicately, tasting his tears that fall undisturbed
since the minute he set foot in the pub and our eyes
met.
“Erin!”
I turn from this beautiful dream, which I would
not like to wake up from because my father just
walked in the door ofOnly4you.
~ ~ ~
He had called me to let me know his flight was
going to be late and that he’d take a taxi so I didn’t
