Jumping

“Forever is a long time,” she said, twisting her hair through her fingers.

“Not long enough sometimes,” he said, gently brushing her arm. 

“But I was hoping this would go quick. I’m not ready,” she said.

He shifted in his seat. “I’m disappointed. I thought we were together on this.”

“We are,” she said, “I’ve just fallen a bit behind.”

“So we’re good?” he asked.

“For now,” she said.

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I've been wanting to do this for a while. Now I can type instead of pen scratch in a journal. It's an experiment, but isn't life. I wish you joy and happiness. May life bless you and may you bless life. View all posts by writesome

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