i grab my bag, ready to leave rehearsal
the long day is finally over
i make sure all my friends are counted for, and head to my car
and he's there
i've never run faster
we embrace, and i bury my head next to his neck
"i missed you"
we catch up-- it's been a while
the whole time, our hands are connected
we laugh
we chat
we are together again
then, we said goodbye
we disconnected our hands
we hugged one last time
and went our separate ways
but i was beaming the whole way home
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Katie's Journal of Thoughts
RandomI want to write, but I can never stay focused on one story long enough to finish it... maybe this is a better idea. Here I'll compile poems, short stories, and everything in-between that pops into my brain.
