The vague wanderings to cleanse the palate

7:20 AM

I'm sorry if my melodramatic stories irritate you, if they do please stop reading now!

There have been too many thoughts bouncing around in my head and I need to get rid of them. So here we go.

I hear the door click behind me and I briskly walk down the stairs. The bottom stair that's only really half of a stair doesn't bother me anymore. It doesn't  bother me like it did the first time I walked into my new home.

The car is parked exactly where it was that first night, when we sat and talked for hours. You told stories and I laughed. That was before everything got confusing, before it was too hard and complicated.

It's strange to think that three months ago, the set of stairs leading up to you wasn't well-worn. I didn't take the stairs two at a time to see you then. And now I do, every day.

The strangest part of it all is you. It's been too long, but for some reason it's still ok. Still the most of everything.

When I walk to work, I walk past the past. I can see her watching out the window for him to appear. She'll see him, and then run back to her room or to the couch, trying to act nonchalant about his coming, but in reality she can't breathe. She still can't. Can't believe you are still perfect.

There are late night talks. But they are serious now. The future is present. And that is terrifying.

Sorry for the vague vulnerability.

Happy Wednesday everyone!

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