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She holds onto her with everything. That moment just before waking, when she is still right there with her—that is her best time and she knows that’s just not healthy. She’ll never physically hold her, kiss her, feel her eyes look at her the way she wants them to. She holds onto her with everything so tightly that she feels herself drifting away. Just another fork in the road, she says, but she knows it’s much more than a this-way or that-way decision. She’ll never fully be without her. She won’t lose anything except an occasional glimpse of her—that hair, wise eyes, and a smile that could sustain her during the weeks and sometimes months that she’d be too busy. Their paths will cross, she nods, and the tug will hurt, but she knows her life is already full. She knows things are as they should be, although she is not past the jumping-off point where knowledge and belief match up. She still wants the fairy tale—the ups and downs and fights and smiles…the endless miles. That’s why the moment just before she wakes up is so special. The woman she loves is right there with her, whether they are walking around a pond on a clear spring evening, reading to each other as the moon shines in through their bedroom window, driving around through the changing leaves looking for the best shot, or just laughing—always laughing. It’s time and she knows it. It’s time.
She holds onto her with everything. That moment just before waking, when she is still right there with her—that is her best time and she knows that’s just not healthy. She’ll never physically hold her, kiss her, feel her eyes look at her the way she wants them to. She holds onto her with everything so tightly that she feels herself drifting away. Just another fork in the road, she says, but she knows it’s much more than a this-way or that-way decision. She’ll never fully be without her. She won’t lose anything except an occasional glimpse of her—that hair, wise eyes, and a smile that could sustain her during the weeks and sometimes months that she’d be too busy. Their paths will cross, she nods, and the tug will hurt, but she knows her life is already full. She knows things are as they should be, although she is not past the jumping-off point where knowledge and belief match up. She still wants the fairy tale—the ups and downs and fights and smiles…the endless miles. That’s why the moment just before she wakes up is so special. The woman she loves is right there with her, whether they are walking around a pond on a clear spring evening, reading to each other as the moon shines in through their bedroom window, driving around through the changing leaves looking for the best shot, or just laughing—always laughing. It’s time and she knows it. It’s time. 