Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Now

- Love me now, he said.
His hands were not a begging bowl, they were hands, they were his hands.
And she heard him. Forget about forever, forget about yesterday, the deceptions, the promises, last year's disappointments, once upon a time is true as well, choose a story, pick it. She did. All their judges pulled back, vanished into thin air, like a child's smile.
She loves him now.

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