deep red teardrops in a way.Teenie pulled her covers up and watched the rain at the windows in the amber glow of her little night light. It seemed impossible that Devlin was really going to go. Not after all they hadshared at the very end of summer. She wondered if she would ever be able to see him again andwhen she did, would he have changed?Would he remember her?Would he still like her?She touched her lips with her hand — rubbing her fingertips over the place where he hadkissed her and pressing her own lips to her fingertips to see how it must have felt to him whentheir lips had touched. Hers felt soft, and she wondered if that is what he had thought aboutthem.And now, so very, very many years later, Teenie Alexander ran her fingertips across her lips once again and thought of Devlin and the first time a boy had ever kissed her. She smiled asshe leaned back against the wall of the cave and looked at the tiny heart that he had etched there.“It will always be here,” he’d said. “Just waiting for you.”“If you ever need me.”Teenie’s parents were long gone now, just like Mr. Honeygarten was because many manyyears had passed. And as she looked at the little heart on the cave wall she realized that whatremains of life is love, and all of the loves that we have shared. Like the love for Devlin, or for Melloman, or Brownie or for her mother and father, or for Mr. Honeygarten.
Love is the most beautiful thing that life offers us,
she thought.As Teenie sat in the cave gazing at the heart it occurred to her that it was entirely like all
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