And all at once I was ready. Ready to love her without a net. Ready to love her till the fiery sun burnt out. Ready to love her with a love I’ve been saving up for years, like pennies in jar, dropped from my pockets ever since I was a boy.
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My own embellishment inspired by true events, born of a nostalgic romance and a plaintive sense of what if. (And I publish it here despite knowing that the person who inspired it may read it.) Oh, Blog. How full of contradictions you are! So publicly private, so generously narcissistic. Those who know me well know that I’ve never been good at keeping my creations to myself. Why start now? |
