October mornings in the hill country are breathe taking, and as Deandra sat on her deck watching the sun rise over the hills, the light chill in the air was kept at bay by the handmade quilt her grandmother had given to her on her wedding day many years before. Her mind drifted to him. . . always to him, not the man she had married, but the one her soul longed for. Her mp3 player shuffled to Train's "Marry Me", and she could not stop the waves of emotion. Knowing she should change the song and steer her memories and her longings in other directions, she instead closed her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she held it and forced all of herself to another time and place, a sweet and happy place where she was deeply in love. She had changed her clothes so many times that she couldn't remember what she had tried on originally and her bed was covered with a small mountain of silky or lacy things in an array of colors. Looking down at the shoes she wanted to w...
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