Nic Narrates

I want to capture each thought, question, and hope. I want to remember this feeling, this moment for what it is, for what it could be. Want to note it as a thing of significance.

Remember how it felt to run into the street, hopping over rain puddles, to meet him. Remember that excitement, trepidation, joy at his greeting. Remember the thought in your mind the moment you first saw him. Keep it. Cherish it. Perhaps one day share it with him; others.

Remember too how your hand felt in his, how he took yours to help you out of the cab, how he lightly touched your lower back as you stepped through the door. Remember laying in bed this morning with those first thoughts of him.

I scribble endlessly on napkins and receipts and journal pages, hoping to always remember. Meeting him means….something. Or, at least, I want it to.

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