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Your Story: Part Two

I bet you’re probably thinking: how did you get here? You can’t quite recall how we met or who said the first word (it was you, by the way) and now here you are.  I imagine you, sitting over there nonchalant with your toes tucked up under you, hiding in the crevice of your bare kneecaps, seeking warmth. You’re pretending like you don’t care, like this moment doesn’t matter but you can’t pretend forever.
You know what you did.

…and it’s time the world did too.

You were so alive. You don’t even know what I mean by that, you don’t even see it. You don’t see that your smile can end worlds. You were so sure of yourself that day, back when I heard that husky voice of yours for the first time. You probably thought you were being coy, your smile at half mast. You leaned over and said:

“I mean is what I did that big of a deal? We all step over others to get what we want sometimes. Right?”

Is that right? I suppose it is. You certainly believed it at the time. And I believed you, needed to believe you. Those eyes of yours, they seemed to see that secret place inside of me. You don’t think you’re to blame for what happens next, but trust me, you are.

 

Comment any ideas you want to see featured in next week’s installment of Your Story. Thanks for your contribution this week, Melody! 🙂

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