To Be Shared

It gets hard sometimes and the load you’re carrying probably gets heavier, but only as a way to tell you that we’re in this together, that you are not alone. While that burden on your shoulder carries a tag that boldly reads “RESPONSIBILITY”, what you don’t see is the fine print. It reads, “To be shared.”

Speech Bubble

I am the kind of girl who could focus only on one thing at a time. I’ve always thought of it as a disability. But then we have these conversations in between my odd giggles with all these passers-by around us and all I could see is the speech bubble in between our breaths, the lines at the sides of your face waiting to tell stories I want to hear, these hanging threads at the end of my coat brushing against yours, the way our smiles meet, the way nothing else matters. There are probably commuters running late on our right, families racing with their supermarket trolleys on our left, or not. I really don’t know, I can’t focus. And I’m glad.

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