Tag: Marrying a Writer

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“Fuck it,” I muttered, my voice barely audible, raised the covers, and in I went.

At first, I mirrored her posture, lying on my side without touching her. My pulse quickened, my mind coming up blank.

In, out. In, out.

The familiar repetition dissipated my anxiety. The longer I repeated it, the slower my heart beat. Soon, my breaths synchronized with those of Justine, our shoulders rising and falling in tandem. Only then did I move, draping my arm across her pink nightgown, sheathing her waist, scooting closer to her.

Hate would make you forget a lot of things. It’d wipe out lazy afternoons of lying on the beach together. It’d box and store away secret moments you glanced at the girl you loved while she gave imaginary classes to her dolls, while you were supposed to be reading finance articles. It’d bury the time she caught you doing it and smiled at you as if she loved you too.

It could try to drown, by a small portion, the memory of how your love felt beneath your fingertips when you hugged her through days and nights, through tears and laughter in the intimate position you’d shared with no one ever since. It could try, but it would fail.

Because once reality kicked in, it didn’t stand a fucking chance.

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