I got the text. I did.
A week ago--two? I looked down while walking, glancing at the talking, plastic box in my hand, suddenly shocked by the flame in my cheeks.
I turned to show it to Cole, and she did a little dance across the tile floor.
Beautiful--beautiful.--beautiful?--doesn't fit--don't have anywhere to put that. Spontaneous, unasked for.
Undeserved.
I didn't reply. The place for my words all filled up with feelings.
But I want you
to know
that I heard you.
