The summer Andrew and I got together, we sat on a couch in my mother’s living room. She was out of town and the sun was setting. Or maybe it had become dark and I hadn't noticed. We had spent days intertwined, one person, lost in time. Back then, I didn’t notice anything except him. Back then, he was the most important thing in the world.
He took me in his arms and held me like a child.
“I need you,” I told him.
Back then, I did.
“I’m going to marry you,” he told me.
Back then, our two hearts beat like a metronome.
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