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I am waiting for a day to arrive. A day when a certain he, will save me from drowning, pass me his umbrella, protect my curls from getting wet and stop me from spilling salty fountain drops across my cheeks.
That day when I open my heart revealing so much as a bypass execution; without being stabbed in the heart. That day when I bear out my weakness and take off my sleeveless dress; without realizing that I am the only naked person in the room. That day when it doesn’t matter how cold it would be outside, because we would keep each other warm. In our minds. That day when I reveal the lines in my hand and plan the future, without the present having been roughly cut in the production; without the future to be left on hold. That day when having sex, transcends and becomes love making. That day when I can look at my children and see his reflection in their eyes and feel truly blessed; without regret. That day…is not today.
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