A sweet promise of tomorrow. Tomorrow we will dance under the moon. Tomorrow we will laugh at the funny things we see. Tomorrow we will kiss under the bleachers like two love struck teenagers.
“Tomorrow never comes” my mama used to say.
She was right.
The moments passed. Time slipped through our fingers. We stopped and started but were never quite able to make it right.
We let it go.
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