After fixing his cap and watching her gather her coat around her small frame, he holds out his hand. She takes it and his heart lifts at the crinkle of her nose and grin in her eyes. They’ve not yet said a word to one another but he feels a semblance of comfort and a sense of right with her. She fits in his side, he hopes for a while to come. She is all he wants and all he needs, yesterday, today and tomorrow. While she slips her free hand into his jacket to rub the small of his back and press against his chest in thought and ease, he thinks they have forever to talk and learn. He forgets retrospect and focuses on the road ahead, watching the red lights of the bus turn to foggy pinpoints with distance.
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i use my vocal chords in a morally corrupt manner because most things don't make sense; therefore i'm a glaze-eyed dreamer incessantly imagining the life of my next door neighbour. i live a big life in a small town. i sh... Read Bio
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