![]() ![]() “I don’t think it’ll be a typical spread tonight. “No coffee or snacks for me,” I say again. I should be excited, looking forward to the first of many. It’s our first trip together, our first long drive, so it’s weird that I’m feeling nostalgic-about our relationship, about him, about us. He hasn’t been my boyfriend for very long. I’m visiting Jake’s parents for the first time. “Last chance we’ll have before it becomes really farmy.” So much to see but not many people, not many buildings or houses. Maybe the end was written right from the beginning. Maybe I should have known how it was going to end for us. You can say anything, you can do anything, but you can’t fake a thought.” Jake once said, “Sometimes a thought is closer to truth, to reality, than an action. Maybe this is how it was always going to end. When did it start? What if this thought wasn’t conceived by me but planted in my mind, predeveloped? Is an unspoken idea unoriginal? Maybe I’ve actually known all along. I haven’t been thinking about it for long. ![]()
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