“Oh my G-d! We’re late!” she suddenly said,
looking up the digital clock on the dashboard.
“We’re so dead,” he chuckled, unstrapping
himself and slipping out of the driver’s side. He came over and helped her out
of the car, just like in the movies. In just a short amount of time, the space
of one week, she felt that she had found the place where she belonged. She didn’t
care that it was too perfect to be true, she just cared that this is what she
had been looking for, for ten years. Somebody who would hold her and make all
her troubles go away. Finally, her dreams and prayers had turned to a reality. A
perfect reality. The problem with perfection is that it’s like a glass – bound to
break at some point or another.
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