You are the kind of person who always gets carried away, Zm once said. He said it not in a negative way, nor in a positive way. In a matter of fact way. In the way of the man who is always holding the string to a kite that is roaming.
I think I am the kind of person who becomes consumed by whatever she does. If I cannot give something my all, then there is nothing. He gives me that knowing look. He has strong arms, for he has much to carry.
On one Sunday, there was so much to do but I didn't want to get out of bed. I laid on the bed, curved in a c as if I was a sea shell. Zm turned from his computer, took off his earphones and settled next to me. I opened one hand, and he put his hand in. Two people curved on a bed, holding hands, waiting for the inevitable.
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