Even in the dark, I see hints of a smile creep onto her face.
“Yeah. You are a smooth talker."
I give her a wounded frown.“Sweetheart, would I ever lie to you?”
“Don’t try. I’d see right through it.” I give her a low laugh. “Fair enough.

Billions of people will come and go in this world, but there will never be another like you.

He doesn't know who I am.

I feel the pulse of our bond and history and love through our hands, like a wave of magic, the return of a long-lost friend. Of something meant to be. The feeling brings tears to my eyes. Perhaps we can take a step forward together.
'Hi,' he says. 'I'm Daniel.'
'Hi,' I reply. 'I'm June.

I hope,” he replies softly, “to get to know you again. If you are open to it. There is a fog around you that I would like to clear away.

My name is June Iparis.