Arris puts her device down and looks at me. ‘Do you miss how we were in the beginning?’ I pause my game and hold her hand. We always will be what we were, I tell her. She shapes a doubtful sound in the back of her throat. ‘But don’t you miss the excitement? That new frisson feeling?’ I catch her eye and ask, Do you think the butterfly misses the caterpillar? Maybe the energy is different, but it was poured into forces necessary for flight. The excitement has changed, I say, but every day with you makes me soar.
Nic
Nic Addenbrooke is a freelance writer, editor, content creator, radio broadcaster, part-time poet and sometimes artist. Nic has been coming to terms with existence for years. He currently lives and works in Brisbane where he struggles to turn the cacophony of voices in his head into things of substance. It doesn’t always work but occasionally produces a nice veneer of sanity.
A Few Short Words 
26/03/2019 at 09:50
Brilliant!
On Tue, Mar 26, 2019 at 9:10 AM A Few Short Words wrote:
> Nic posted: “Arris puts her device down and looks at me. ‘Do you miss how > we were in the beginning?’ I pause my game and hold her hand. We always > will be what we were, I tell her. She shapes a doubtful sound in the back > of her throat. ‘But don’t you miss the excitemen” >
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