Sitting there in the café, raspberry mocha and pastry between us, I meet your eyes. The food looks delicious, I’m sure, but it’s not why we’re really here.
Utensils clatter onto plates like memories.
“I did it all for you.”
“I know.” You reach across the table to take my hand.
Forever seems like a long time, but it’s not long enough to share all the moments I want to share. It’s no more or less than breaths in and out, than the distance until-
Our fingers meet and twine together.
Thanks Rochelle for yet another inspiring prompt – and a profoundly touching story this week.