My mom told me not to let him go. She said that she had seen me in the arms of multiple people in the past few years and none have made me shine the way he did. She said I was a tsunami and my waves would fend off anyone who ever attempted to get close to me. Yet somehow he learned to maneuver the harsh rain. She said, “Do not let him leave for if he does he will not come back until five years later when you have a different last name, a new man in your bed, and a pregnant belly. Then and only then will you realize that you lost the one person who would have given every sunshine filled day to ride the waves of your storm.”
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Carmen Portillo
Poetic mind with a wanderlust heart
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