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Not You, Not Yet

A woman was there. Nobody seemed to notice her, but Jesi felt her presence. The woman gently stroked her shoulder, gave her a kiss on the cheek and said “you’re okay, sweetheart. Just relax.”

Moments later, they stood together on a gorgeous, snow-peaked mountaintop, the sun rising in the East, the most beautiful colors painted across the morning sky.

The woman turned to her and said “Are you ready, dear? It’s time to go.”

Jesi turned and smiled, a tear rolling down her cheek. “Sorry, I’m staying here for now.”

“I don’t understand,” said the woman.

“We always said we’d walk hand-in-hand when it came time to cross that bridge,” Jesi explained. “And I’m not going to break a promise. I’m more than happy to wait.”

The woman was obviously moved by this. She smiled, asked “are you sure?”

“Yes,” said Jesi. “Thank you.”

The woman was gone. Jesi found her love, lying in their bed. He couldn’t see her, but she knew he could feel her presence.

She wrapped her arms around him, whispered in his ear.

“I love you.”

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