Across her doorstep
February 18, 2009He was like a letter blowing across her doorstep, the wind taking him before she’d had time to read beyond the salutation. She spent days inside, waiting for the wind to blow in the opposite direction, all the while imagining what might have been on that page: I want to take you dancing. Your eyes are like stars. No matter how far I go, I will return. She knew somewhere deep down that none of it could ever be, but it was all so fantastic, it would not release her heart.
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