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I thought about her when I was awake, she was in my dreams while I slept. There wasn't a second that went by where Blue didn't find her way into my thoughts. Young love was the innocent version of stalking to put it bluntly.

But I truly loved her and she truly loved me. We were inseparable.

Even then, after her father grounded her for the summer, I found the perfect spot in the cornfield where she could see me from her bedroom window. She'd write me little notes on a white board and I would try to read them from where I was with a pair of old binoculars I had found in our attic.

I know I didn't get all of her messages right, but it didn't matter, because we still had each other, the space between us didn't change a thing.

Our love was real.

Chapter Seven

Jayden

Eighteen Years Old

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“Which one do you think?” I asked the woman behind the counter.

Kitty Dawners, master of greenery, queen of the bloom, she was the only florist this side of the county that didn't need to use grow chemicals to make her flowers pop.

“Well, that depends. What's the occasion?” Walking out from behind the counter, she circled the display. Touching a red rose, she smiled and said, “Red is for love.” Her finger swept across the petal, landing on a yellow rose. “This one is for friendship.”

Smiling, Kitty moved across her hand-picked beauties, gently touching one at a time. Scanning the tops, she studied them, eventually plucking a yellow cluster of flowers out. Lifting it to her face, she pressed the showy flower heads to her nose.

“What's that one?”

“This is a yarrow flower, it means everlasting love.” Leaning her hip against the shelf, she teased the leaves on its stem. “So, tell me, what is it you're trying to say to this girl?”

“Who said it's a girl?”

“Who else would you be giving flowers to?”

“My grandmother, my sister maybe.”

“They're not girls?” Cocking a brow, Kitty smirked. “Because I'm pretty sure your grandmother and sister are girls, unless I'm missing something.”

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