Worn Thin

I had a vision of you by my side in a public garden winding in London.

You stood in front of me while I was on the phone with my ex, being pulled at by the past while leaning into the future…

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She could feel his impatience and worry to have her fully in this life with him, and she could relate because he was still tied up in ending it with his girlfriend.

She reached out while still on the phone and took his strong, warm hand, pulling him close to sit beside her.

She brought his hand up to her face, resting her cheek against it and then kissed it, marveling at its smooth texture.

Holdiing him like this for a moment, the call was finished and she turned to look up at him, her eyes smiling in wonder at the restored joy being in his presence brought to her.

His eyes softened as he watched the changes move over her: from one moment of broken down weariness to now returning, fatigued youthfulness.

He could never get enough of watching the seasons play across her, and of the vibrance burning inside that always found a way to return to him.