A Single Day

She always talks different around me. This girl who always says she hates to write, suddenly has a way to say just the right thing.

“And we’ll live forever, just you and me, always.”

I look at her smiling, “Not me.”

She stares back, confused and feeling slightly betrayed.

“What do you mean?”

My eyes glance down at my feet and then back up into her beautiful brown eyes.

“If you live forever, I want to live to be forever minus one day,” I pause as her eyes begin to shine and her mouth begins to open into a smile, “So that I will never have to live a single day without you.”

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