And there we were, in the background of it all, holding on to one another. The Perfectionist, the Sweetheart, the Diva . . . and me.

P.S. May, don’t these strawberry tarts just make you want to cry?

Something about being that close to him all the time made my bones feel weak.

I was stunned into silence, the way I always was when he touched the sky places of my heart.

I looked at his face, unsure of how many more of his smiles I'd have.

We'll when he lets his guard down he's okay. Like when he just talks without checking his words or you catch him just looking at something like... He's really looking for the beauty in it.