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My forever Valentine. ❤️
The other day, I was so grateful to see the sun I wrote this poem: After a ten year winter, the sun showed his face. Not in the muted crystal greys of icy air, the collar up shivers and hurried steps, or the muddy browns of leaf carcasses that lie dormant on the decaying lawn. No, it happened like a first kiss, the breath of the breeze caressing the warm embrace of rays working to thaw out my darkened heart. The sun appeared like wagging dog tails and flirty spring dresses, like cherry blossoms pirouetting across my neighbor’s fence, like bare feet and painted toes, and ice cold sweet tea. He showed his face like a long missed lover, someone familiar and cherished and gone for so long I’d almost forgotten the sound of my name crossing his lips, the breathy vowels and long esses wrapped inside a knowing smile that shone when winter ended and the sun showed his face.
With my phone in hand, I get out of the car, walking over to the passenger side so that I’m not next to the busy highway. The ocean spreads out in front of me in both directions, seeming to take up my whole world. I look down at the phone screen. My sleeves have hiked up my arms, and I pull them down out of habit to hide the bruises. I don’t know if he’ll answer. He has no reason to answer. I’m afraid he’ll ignore my call. Worse, I’m afraid he’ll answer and give me hell for the way I disappeared. But I had no choice, just like I have no choice now. . . Set in Oregon and Northern California, Maddie’s story concludes in Hope for the Broken Girl, Book 3 of the Hope series. Scroll through to read an excerpt from Chapter 1. Find it at bit.ly/BrokenGirlKindle.
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