Holy Encompassing
It's going to take me a long, long, LONG time to trust you, he
said.
"Okay," I
nodded.
Like maybe 10 months. Or 8
months. Or 12 months. Or maybe longer, he warned.
I weighed this
carefully, squinted my eyes a bit, nodded again.
"That sounds
reasonable," I said.
"This isn't
something we want to rush."
He glanced sideways and
eyed me up with all 12 years of tough dontmesswithme
secrets
and the words came
pouring out-- slowly at first and then
all at once, like dark descends
on nights without stars --
wholly encompassing
breathtaking endings -- but somehow also
like breathing into the
comfort of knowing that
here, where we stand
is also valid.
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