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I thought about what that guy told me after he’d yanked me out of the way of a speeding bus.

Wherever it is you’re so hot to get to, you might want to wait.

“I can’t,” I finally said to him.  “I love you, but I just can’t.”

He cocked his head back and forth at me, at my words, but his eyes lowered, turned away.

“It’s not my time yet, Hector.  I know you want me to come…I know you want me there.  And I want to be there.  Just…not yet.”

My legs ached to move, to go to him.  My arms yearned to reach out and touch him, to hold him.





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