“What They Taught Me”
His eyelashes. They were the only part of his bashed-up face that I recognized. Careful to avoid the IVs, I reached for his hand. It was still as warm as it had been two nights before, at a friend’s wedding at the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens.We’d sneaked out of the reception into the gardens. The velvety moonlight made every leaf luminous. The delicate breeze carried the warm scent of flowers. When he kissed me, a flower he’d tucked into my hair fell onto the grass. It was the most romantic moment of my life.My fiancé was in a coma after the […]
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