Postcards.

“Why do you always think about the future that way?” I said while looking at him.
“I don’t know. I always keep thinking about otherwise. The future doesn’t seem like the right place, you know? It fills me up with anxiety.” he answered. “It gives me glimpses of myself sitting alone in a room full of disappointment, looking back at the past and about all things that went wrong.”

“Do you think this is wrong too?” I said sitting in his lap caressing his hair.
He kissed me and said, “This is the only thing I wish to remember.”

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