A Love Like That

After my wife died, I never expected to fall in love again, let alone with her much younger sister. Elle's too young for me, though.
Too vibrant and cheerful to be saddled with a grumpy widower and two little kids. Besides, she's only here for a few months before she moves on to follow her dreams.
And there's no way we could be together even if she were staying. It doesn't seem to matter how often I remind myself of all the reasons why we can't, or shouldn't be together, my body won't listen.
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