In that moment the world tasted sweeter.
The sun licked her skin and left it glistening in the heat.
She turned back down the hot street towards his voice; following it on the phone.
Like a child, she craned her neck around every bend searching, looking, waiting with giddy excitement.
The garden was straight ahead and she looked for him there before the wind turned her around with its gentle grip and she saw him.
He ran awkwardly towards her with the sun on a green stem.
Everything was like new.
He wore her favorite shirt, her favorite smile, and held her favorite flower.
You are my favorite favorite thing. She thought.
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