I actually read this particular short story a few months ago, but the part below has been rolling around in my mind ever since, and I can't seem to shake it:
Tomorrow is Labor Day, and she wonders if he'll ever kiss her again. Labor Day will make twenty-seven days since she decided to stop kissing him because it doesn't mean anything and wait for him to kiss her, because then it might.
(I'll be back soon for more thoughtful posts about the lovely life I've been living, I promise. There is much to say. So sorry for this long absense, but don't you worry, I am okay :)
1 comment:
glad to hear you're ok. have been missing your posts. Dude
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