KRISTEN

I don't know what this is, and I don't want it to end.

The moment I saw her text, I felt this strange happiness flow into me. My mentally exhausting day instantly felt better.

When I got to the house to find June sleeping while waiting for my return, I got this nostalgic feeling of June playing the role of a wife.

It was a perfect picture, at least, for me.

She was seated on the front porch in that picture-perfect imagination, her beautiful dark hair a curtain behind her back.

I could see the setting sun reflecting on and bouncing out of her brown orbs. She got up,...