A Story a Day: Day 5

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I don’t care.

Relish.

You’ve got some on your chin.

Or is that lipstick?

Squint.

Your eyes crinkle when you smile.

I would tell you that it makes you ‘come alive’, but that’s too clichéd [even] for my liking.

So I don’t.

So I say less, and think more.

So I say nothing at all.

So I sit and I watch and I rise and I fall and I wait.

Not for Godot, nor salvation, but for the sake of it — because I want to.

Because I want to be here. Because I want to be here with you.

If I’m waiting for the moment to stop, it’s only because I don’t want it to end.