Tears upon tears splat on to the lined pages in my hands as I read about a nightmare come true. Quickly, I wipe away the saltwater so it won't fade the ink. Because even as my chest caves in and makes me hate the chipper birds and everything else, I know that I needed to read this today, and I need to read it again tomorrow.
For me, reading is remembering.
For me, reading is remembering.
Cat PatrickTomorrow is Monday so it must be the weekend
Cat PatrickThe simplicity of knowing what’s coming isn’t so simple after all.
Cat PatrickLuke and I stay nestled together until he nudges me.
We’d better get going, he says gently.
I guess I dozed off. I’m not letting you fall asleep without a note again. Why not? I ask, stretching. I kiss him on the cheek and add, with a sly smile, you don’t have to worry, Luke. I’ll remember you in the morning.
Okay, fine, we were married elsetime. Anyway, we died of whatever you die from, let’s say natural causes. But we were in love, so our souls keep finding each other in whatever forms our bodies take.
Cat PatrickI think it’s just the whole package. I can’t pick you apart. I just love all of you. I think I always have.
Cat PatrickI can’t stay away from you,” he whispers...“Don’t stay away from me, then,” I whisper back...
Cat PatrickThe boy in the closet is your boyfriend. He loves you and will tell you all about last night.” “Cute,” I say, feeling my eyelids droop and sleep approach. “Don’t forget to tell me about the last hour in the closet.” “I’ll re-create it for you tomorrow,” Luke says...
Cat PatrickThe boy in the closet is your boyfriend. He loves you and will tell you all about last night.
Cat PatrickTags: texting
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