Creative Writing Journal
Monday, October 19, 2015
Rochon Post 6
He looked at me and I was home. All of my insecurities I'd had before getting in the car disappeared. It was me, him, and our usual life conversations with no awkward pauses. Find one like that, one of the good ones.
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