The Writing on the Wall

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Every morning when I wake; every night before I fall asleep I read the words, like there’s no tomorrow.  They’re affixed to my bedroom wall (next to the bikini’d dancing lady I made when I couldn’t find those words).

A guy I dated told me he wanted to meet Her.  I only knew Her in passing at the time, and we still lose touch sometimes.  But we’re cool.

This has been a long week.

There are no exceptional stories to go with that statement; read into it what you will.  But this morning when I woke up (at the end of it and happy about that much) I reviewed the words on the wall.  Like I always do I guess but today more decisively because, like I said, it’s been a long week, and clearly I was reaching for something–a rope to hold on.

Intention may have everything or nothing to do with anything.  But when I put Her on the wall and later, decided on those exact words I knew well my intention.  And my intention has not changed.  Like there’s no tomorrow.  Because one day there won’t be.

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