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Then you found the old photo album.

When I opened them, you were closer. Close enough that I could see the gold flecks in your irises. Close enough that breathing felt like a shared act. tara tainton it can happen so fast

It Can Happen So Fast

I parted my lips. The word was right there— stop . Small. Simple. It would have saved us both. Then you found the old photo album

"Remember this?" you asked, opening to a page from a summer barbecue three years ago. I was laughing in the picture, my head tilted back, and you were looking at me—really looking. I hadn't noticed it then. The way your smile softened when you thought no one was watching. Close enough that breathing felt like a shared act

It can happen so fast. But maybe—just maybe—that's the only way it ever really happens at all.

"It was a good day," I said, my voice quieter than I intended.