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For the first time in a long while, though Reverie lacked the memory to truly appreciate it, Lestan said exactly what she needed to hear — and nothing more. She looked to him and found him looking at her, and her heart skipped in spite of the grief and longing of the moment. Her cheeks warmed too, and she leaned in to kiss him a little shyly, as if they were brand new and it was only the second, perhaps third time.
For a moment it really felt that way.
But time had passed and things had changed; they had a daughter now, and the burden of finding a home and building a life, and new hurts between them which Reverie could not put to words or memory but felt, on occasion, cooling the air or turning touches hesitant or pushing their conversations into awkward stumbles. The butterflies faded from her all too soon. But the warm feeling lingered; Reverie wondered if that was what it was really like to be in love.