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I’m not that much older than him, but I feel so much older.
He’s never been married, never had a kid. I lost Owen and Sean in such horrific ways; I aged overnight and swore I’d never fall in love again.
But there’s something about his smile that makes my knees go weak and my cheeks heat up like a teenager.
Sam’s smile is so warm, so sincere; it makes him look younger than he is – scratch that. It makes him look his age, chasing away all his worry and guilt.
He’s beautiful when he smiles.
Jeez, I’m so screwed.