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Would You Call It Work?
Like anybody on this planet, I wanted to live. I wanted to do things, go places, be with people, have fun, and be safe. All in all, I just wanted a pretty good life.
As luck would have it, that's exactly what happened. Throughout life I met loads of people, well, I won't go through the list again. I did meet someone special though, someone who was there pretty much the whole time. She was funny, knew how to laugh. Amazing was the most frequent word I would use to describe her, especially considering her ability to wield a conversation as gracefully as a ninja would a blade.
There were a lot of other things about her though. Available was the truest word of her life whenever I would choose to enter it, though that seemed to happen on its own surprisingly enough. When I had reason enough to cry, most of those occasions I spent wetting her shoulder...s. Every time we met we always hugged. Throughout life's ups and downs, she was there in whatever way, kind of like a solid rock.
Odd thing about it was we were only together briefly in our trip. We would kiss and hug and all that other puppy dog love, though only I referred to it as such, as well as spending the funniest night of all together, prom night. We were both great beach walker and she was the key to my excitement that soiree. Kind of adventurous at the time.
As with most of my stories, I can't help but write, "Years passed." We meet after the trip wasn't that rocky, I just wanted to fly to bigger and better places to find more excitement or wonder. Simply wanting more I guess. Inside she took it a little hard, but for crystal clear reasons, she does not let me go...as we wanted. That didn't mean we departed each other's lives, but just became...detached, in that way.
So anyway, years passed. One day in a large, yet not so crowded room, we were standing right in front of me when something in my mind sort of...clicked, I suppose you could say. One day…….. Looking around the room she replied, "Well, my work ain't over 'til the fat lady sings and I don't see no fat ladies around. Pretty easy kind of work though considering it would all just happen." Her eyes returned to mine.
"Work?" I asked, my eyebrows fretting.
"Yeah. Just being there."
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