Tillie Cole

The half-empty jar of a thousand boy-kisses.

“And my heart almost burst.”

“Our footprints in the sand.”

In both cases, a bond that no one could break.

Poppy was quirky, not cool. She wasn’t concerned with what people thought of her—she never had been. She played the cello because she loved it. She read books, she studied for fun, she woke at dawn just to watch the sunrise.

“Poppy and Rune for infinity,” I said

“Poppymin! It means my Poppy. For infinity, forever and always. You’re MY Poppy!”

“I’ll give you a thousand kisses, Poppymin. All of them. No one will kiss you ever, but me.”

. I liked it though, how she fit perfectly against me

You were amazing,” I whispered softly. “As always. You were perfect up there. You owned that stage. You owned everyone in that room.”