"I think I finally get it."

"Get what?" There was something about the look in his eyes, the confidence, the surety, that had me swallowing hard.

"You." And as he smiled, it was almost smug. "I get you, Oz. You're a little, Aren't you?"

If only I had known at the time just how much those few little words were going to change my life.

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Oz smiled and his face struck my heart with the force of lightning.

Beauty became him; the early morning sun caressed his cheek like the tentative touch of a lover, leaving kisses of gold seeping into his flesh. He had turned in his seat, watching me through eyes that held the ability to rewire my heart, tuning it to a new beat: a beat that drummed just for him.

He watched me the way that a blind man would upon seeing a sunset for the very first time. He watched me with silent admiration. Sometimes, it wasn't clear if he was aware that I was far from perfect. I wasn't sure if he saw that I, like so many others, was just another faulted being.

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