You sat quietly, cradling a warm cup of tea, staring out the window, a slight breeze moving a tuff of fine hair. Not a hint of your former self is visible, and you smile—coyly—dissimilar to those lush and lost years when awkwardness was loosened and memories of nights less told. Sobierty occurred one day; saying no to losing yourself, opening up just enough for a meaningful dialogue, and one sentence made you yearn for more when said.
“I like learning about who you were and are now,” he said, linking arms as they continued walking. “Keep going.”
Linking of Hearts #99wordstory
Life at No. 22 
Ah, the ring of maturity.😊
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Literally with a ring and growing up 🙂
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Baby steps at first. And then it becomes easier.
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Trusting one’s gut instinct is the best advice and I was correct he is a winner. The binge drinking culture of our youth is hopefully not so prevalent now as back in the 70s/80s. Just horrid drugs to contend with instead of just a few.
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A very contemplative piece, Suzanne. I agree about the binge drinking culture, it’s quite scary to look back.
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Thanks very much, Cathy. I was feeling contemplative when I wrote it.
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Easy does it. Well described
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I read this a few times, Suzanne. It’s beautifully written.
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Much appreciated, Jo. It was a mixture of thoughts and reality.
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🤗💕
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This is lovely.
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Thanks, Martha.
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Lovely writing. Two people at peace with themselves.
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Thanks, Janis, finding that person who you can be totally relaxed with is priceless.
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So beautiful and poignant, Suzanne. Just lovely.
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Thanks very much, Diana. I’m pleased you enjoyed it.
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Just lovely, Suzanne.
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Thanks, Sue 🙂
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