In One Week!

We met on a Wednesday,

two voices connecting through hours, pulling night into morning, turning strangers into flowers.

By Saturday, the phone couldn’t hold us anymore.

Your shift ended, and I was in your arms, needing nothing more.

From then until Monday,

we lived in a world of just us—

no clocks,

no pauses,

only skin, laughter,

and the quiet certainty of trust.

On your birthday,

you gave me more than a date on the calendar—

you gave me a promise.

A question wrapped in the soft edges of your smile,

and I said yes without hesitation, without guile.

One week.

That’s all it took

for my life to tilt toward you, and for me to know—

you’re the forever my heart will always echo.

By: Brianna Spurlock

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