I feel like I’m dreaming when Keith and I step out of the restaurant together, my hand in his. Part of me wonders if I am, so I pinch myself in the thigh just to see if I wake up back at home.

When I don’t, I turn away from him and smile to myself so he won’t see it and think I’m crazy or something.

Sure enough, I’m still awake, and Keith is walking along right beside me.

It feels incredible. Every second we spend together is like a wonderful, precious, stolen moment.

A treasure. He’s my treasure. I don’t even know how to put it into words.

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