Some things are too easy to remember.
The way a sleeve is pushed back.
The veins beneath the skin.
The slow movement of a hand that never needed to hurry.
You remember the little things.
Especially when the person attached to them left behind a story that isn’t finished.
Or perhaps it is.
Maybe some things are meant to stay in the past.
Maybe some vows don’t.
Ever Mine is coming. 🖤
And if you think you know whose hand this is…
Look again.
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