Page 163 of It Happened on a Sunday

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words splashed against a screen.

The world appeared and in it peered

through flowers and ice cream.

It happened on a Sunday,

a date, a kiss, a dream.

Long midnight conversations

and promises meant just for me.

You let the light in on a Sunday,

you let the love come pouring in.

You let the love in on a Sunday

and the light come pouring in

on a Sunday.

On a Sunday.”

“Holy shit!” Drew exclaims. “She’s talking about you!”

I’m too busy trying to catch my breath as Sloane launches into the bridge to respond.

“You’re it for me, the whole song through,

bridges, codas, and trills.

Your smiles, your love, our life

is the richest kind of thrill.

I never thought it could be like this,

never dreamed of my last first kiss.

But you’re here now, baby,

and you’re mine, no maybes,

and all I want is you…and our Sundays.”

My heart cracks open as she sings the last verse just for me.

“Somehow, it happened on a Sunday,

through all the laughter and the tears.

A midnight melody I couldn’t miss

despite my deepest fears.

It happened on a Sunday,

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