When Love Comes Around

She never comes at night, always in the mornings. Which is good, because that’s when I’m… well, you know.

She’s coming down from her night at the clubs, and I’m just getting up. She never stays more than an hour, most often less. There have been days when we don’t even talk. When she’s not still drunk she’s giddy from exhaustion.

I keep telling myself one day I’ll ask her to stay. I can fix breakfast. We can talk.

I never do it though. She comes, we do it, she leaves. I guess I’m afraid to jinx a good thing.

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Title by: Therese
Story by: David

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