A snippet from my nanowrimo!
\”The movie of us is not finished yet,\” he said at the airport.
It was almost like a movie.
There are many times that you wake up and you think that the previous few days was only a dream. Only because you are in your bed now, back to familiarity. The same walls, the same sun. All the same before you had the dream. But you remember being somewhere else. You remember the moments the day before. You remember the emotions. The physical intensity. The gentle quietly laughing nudges he made when you had whipped cream on your upper lip. Then that is when you realize it all has been real. Do you smile and fall back into bed? A satisfying moment when you think life is good, almost perfect. Or do you rush yourself into nostalgia? Aching for those moments to repeat again.