We lie there in our bed, legs twined together and it's a perfect moment, so perfect that I dare to believe the past cannot rip this from us. Our demons are finally not as strong as we are. Yet somehow, out of nowhere, I can almost hear Rebecca's voice in my head as she reads her written words. The rush of fear is far better than the defeat of boredom. The high of not knowing what comes next is so much better than always knowing one day will be like the last. Never anticipation, never feeling anything. No. I cannot go back. So why am I so terrified of going forward?
( Lisa Renee Jones )
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