A WITHERING
“Babe, i’m coming this January.” Like a withering in her silent room, his message arrived and with that she no longer rushed to the beep of her phone. Jittery and antsy, her world was full of butterflies that flew away in search of spring. This gave her wings she needed to fly. This love story could be carved as a love difficult to do and arduous to live in. She couldn’t believe her eyes and read the message again and again but couldn’t satisfy her dithery breathless soul. Finally he was coming, the name she took in her sleep and dreams was going to be near her as a person. His leaving for saving the lives of his country soldiers at the borders could be impressive but for her it was every minute queasiness. They say lovers need no introduction because they become part of eachother homogeneously so well that it’s too hard to distill them out.
Mary, this spunky good hearted amiable girl one of her own kind, had many weird settlements with her life some made and some yet to make. Over the moon she stayed with her name with his name, Steve.
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