My mom taught me to run. To hide. To never stay put. To always be aware.
Time didn’t feel finite until I lost her.
I’m alone in the world.
If I run now, I’ll be running forever. It’s time to stop. Turn around. Take a stand.
Stick to one goal. Seems simple. I didn’t bargain on a mellow grease monkey being such a distraction.
Giving in was supposed to be a one-night affair. Yet, somehow, he becomes my roommate, my friend with benefits… my rock.