Nic Narrates

Some words are of such a nature that you print them out, fold the paper, tuck it into a beloved book or journal. The words are eloquent, poignant, memorable. You allow yourself to believe they are about you. In times of doubt, you revisit them and are assured.

I write when someone moves me… the words write themselves and they are born of no formula…Your thoughts and words bring the best in me… I write to you with no restraint… If this were 1940, I would write you letters bound with ribbon and drenched in determination… to make you mine.

As time passes, you read those words more frequently. The paper becomes yellowed at the edges, softened and crumpled from your fingers. You cherish every letter and syllable, trying to recapture the flutter of first reading them. You didn’t yet know one another then. Now that you do- now that life has passed between you filled with laughter and tears, memories and the mundane- you return the page to its safe keeping place. Your heart is hopeful.

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