Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

with a million guys more interesting than I am chasing
you down. And you know what? I’ll see you and I’ll pray
you want me still.” He held two clumps of her hair in his
hands like it was precious stuff. “If I could meet you
again, at a different time under different circumstances, I
could let myself worship you the way you deserve. But I
can’t now.”
She nodded yet again and let the tears fall.
She wanted his profession of feelings to do the trick.
She really did. She knew he wanted that too. Whether he
spoke the truth or not, he thought he could make her feel
better, and he really, really wanted to.
But it wasn’t what she needed. Her need was as big as
the stars, and he was down there on the beach, so quiet
she could hardly hear him.
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