By Jen HQ
Loving him from a distance was safe. Also immature and not really love at all.
Still.
I had imagined how he’d propose. I’d invented charming inside jokes. I even knew what we’d name our first shelter cat.
And.
His daily admittance onto the C train helped perpetuate the fairy tale. I thought it must be fate when he pointed to my worn out copy of To Kill A Mockingbird; saying it was his favorite, too.
Now.
His blonde hair against my chevron pillowcase no longer has the same luster. His unsatisfying propinquity is strangling the breath from our concocted future.
Damn.
Beautiful
really – really well done.
Wonderful!
OK, this was a fun read. Loved your use of adverbs/conjunctions/swear word between paragraphs – worked really well. And I learned a new word! Propinquity. Well done.
Excellent illustration that reality can rarely match fantasy. Well-constructed.
Lol! Let the imagination run wild! Great job, loved your style it just felt right.