Saturday, November 18, 2017 (Part Thirteen)

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We're on a date. We're watching a movie. We're holding hands. Every so often I turn and watch him. I wonder if this will go on forever. I don't mean forever as in living forever, but us being together for the rest of our lives.


Last night we were in bed. He climbed on top of me. I could feel him pressed against me. 


The movie ends. We remain in our seats. The credits end. He stands. Our hands together. I stand. He doesn't want to let go as much as I don't want to let go.


My fingers grip the sheets. He kisses my neck. My legs wrap around him. I never want to let him go.


We walk out of the auditorium. I want to repeat what happened last night, every night, for the rest of our lives.



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