Excerpts of stories i'll never write

#39

"Do you miss him?" Her words echoed in the back of my mind. I heard her and I knew exactly which him she was referring to but my mouth was paralyzed. I formulated a response in my mind.

"Do the stars shine? Does the sun rise every morning? Yes. Yes, I miss him. I miss him more than anything. I would trade the world to have him in my arms again. To feel his lips against mine. I'd do anything for him; I love him. But does the moon revolve? Yes, so I will soon be new. I will no longer have to miss him like this."

Instead of just saying that, I walked away. I had to begin my revolution somewhere.