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“I have a riddle for you,” you said, and I smiled,
twisting my hair in my fingers.
“good. I like riddles.”
“if there’s a worm,” you said, “stuck at the bottom of a thirty-foot well,
and every day he climbs two feet up and
every night he slides one foot down – ”
“he gets out of the well on the twenty-ninth day,” I said.
“I know that one.
now:
I have one for you.”
you sat back a little and your lips twitched.
“okay,” you said, hesitantly.
“if there’s this relationship,” I said,
“stuck in a huge rut,
and every day it takes one step forward and
three steps back,
when does it reach the point that I can trust you again?”
twisting my hair in my fingers.
“good. I like riddles.”
“if there’s a worm,” you said, “stuck at the bottom of a thirty-foot well,
and every day he climbs two feet up and
every night he slides one foot down – ”
“he gets out of the well on the twenty-ninth day,” I said.
“I know that one.
now:
I have one for you.”
you sat back a little and your lips twitched.
“okay,” you said, hesitantly.
“if there’s this relationship,” I said,
“stuck in a huge rut,
and every day it takes one step forward and
three steps back,
when does it reach the point that I can trust you again?”
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lie to me.
I
am the way a child knows without being told that her father will never return home. (I am the reason why the fatal moment strikes hershe is too young to understand what the hurt means but old enough to feel it.)
I
am the way a husband's heart stops when his wife takes her last breath. (I am the reason why their hearts beat in tandem, why his arrests along with hers.)
I
am the way you felt when your brother died, in a cold hospital bed too many miles away from you. (I am the reason why your heart broke when you realized that your bones and marrow and prayer did not save him.)
I
am nothing like death. Death wants nothing to do wi
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Tightrope
I decided now that I am a dare-devil, a risk-taker, someone who loves to look a challenge in the eye. There's a large chance that it is because of my pride that I cannot pass up any type of provocation, or it may just be a way for me to inject some excitement into a previously dull life.
I know now that the greatest challenge I ever took on was you. You were dangerous and extreme, throwing sparks off into a black, boring scene, and being with you was like foolishly walking over a tightrope with no past experience. Never knowing how much danger there truly is until, looking down, the world is so many feet below. With you, the adrenali
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Real
When they met it was on accident.
Her heel caught in a crack on the old sidewalk that was full of them, and her books fell out of her hands and hit the ground almost rhythmically. He thinks that it's the perfect way to meet someone, cliche and nothing embarrassing.
She's had enough cliches to last her a lifetime, and she thinks little of it.
...........
She thinks little of him, to be honest. He is kind and a gentleman, and, at their first meeting, utterly boring. However, boring has a new appeal for her, which is why they meet a second time.
...........
She doesn't realize how much time she spends with him until she calls him one night
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sorry, this is late. but i like it, it's clever