Wednesday, May 18, 2011


The summer Andrew and I got together, we sat on a couch in my mother’s living room. She was out of town and the sun was setting. Or maybe it had become dark and I hadn't noticed. We had spent days intertwined, one person, lost in time. Back then, I didn’t notice anything except him. Back then, he was the most important thing in the world.

He took me in his arms and held me like a child.

“I need you,” I told him.

Back then, I did.

“I’m going to marry you,” he told me.

Back then, our two hearts beat like a metronome.

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