Picture 2

We are walking down the street, holding hands. There’s a playground at the end of the block and I run to the swings and climb on, and Henry takes the one next to me, facing the opposite direction, and we swing higher and higher, passing each other, sometimes in sync and sometimes streaming past each other so fast it seems like we are going to collide, and we laugh, and laugh, and nothing can ever be sad, no one can be lost, or dead, or far away; right now we are here, and nothing can mar our perfection, or steal the joy of this perfect moment.

The Time Traveler’s Wife


I don’t know how we did it, but we walked, ran, climbed, drove, cycled, swam and drifted our way here together. And it has been the best 6 months.


One Response to “1/2”

  1. Tania Says:

    AHHHHHH. YOU READ UNTIL THEREEEEEE. Faint. Its so nice i am gonna read it again after the exams.

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