My sisters were wrong to name the Varga boys in the oath. Names had nothing to do with it. All boys were destined to break your heart.
Sarah OcklerI grabbed my tackle box and bole and caught up with Pancake to go scare away some fish. He was really good at it- stuck his snout in the water like he could sniff them out, and then he'd come up sneezing and shaking like, Blasted! Dog's can't breathe underwater- how could I forget? We don't have gills and we can't... Hey, what's this? Water? Oh boy oh boy I wonder if I can sniff out fish?
Sarah OcklerI gave him my own sexy raised eyebrow, because unlike Emilio, I knew how to do that shit correct.
Sarah OcklerAs we rolled down the Million Dollar Highway, I closed my eyes and held him close around the waist, and he squeezed my hand like it was forever, like we'd really found a way to stop time, and I wanted so, so badly to believe it.
Sarah OcklerSometimes, a sigh was all the fight you had left.
Sarah OcklerI told him that I would love him with everything I had in me until the very end of everything, and I meant it.
Sarah OcklerMots clés love passionate-love teenage-love
For all its ridiculous imperfections, life is pretty damn perfect sometimes.
Sarah OcklerMots clés life perfect perfection
That was the thing about pictures. No matter how beautiful, they couldn't capture the truly felt parts of a moment.
Sarah OcklerMots clés pictures
Aaaand we have a winnerrrrr!" a man shouts into the mic in a singsong carnival voice as I lick the last of Patrick's ice cream from my fingers. "Pick out a prize for the beautiful girl."
"For you," Patrick says, kneeling in front of me with a moose in his outstretched hands.
I pull the stuffed animal to my chest. "Thank you. I shall love him always. I shall call him Holden Caulfield."
"From the book?"
"Yes, from the book. You were reading it when I saw you my first day here."
"You remember that?"
"It's one of my favorite books," I say.
"You were totally checking me out."
"Patrick! Not in front of Holden Caulfield!" I cover the moose's floppy ears with my hands, hoping neither he nor Patrick sees the red flooding my cheeks.
I'll be thinking of you. Always.
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