“That I let you go before I told you how I felt.” He leaned closer until his forehead rested on mine. “And how do you feel?” “I like you,” I whispered. He drew back. “That’s all?” I widened my eyes. “Yes? Why? How do you feel?” His lips drew up in a half-smile. “I believe this is your operation, not mine.”

“That I let you go before I told you how I felt.” He leaned closer until his forehead rested on mine. “And how do you feel?” “I like you,” I whispered. He drew back. “That’s all?” I widened my eyes. “Yes? Why? How do you feel?” His lips drew up in a half-smile. “I believe this is your operation, not mine.”

— Anne-Marie Meyer