Hope Floats

There's not much time left. Another weekend is ending and time marches relentlessly forward. The song changes and the soft, crooning voice of vintage Garth Brooks plays through the shower speaker.

He pulls me into an embrace. Tighter, tighter.. and we're dancing slowly. Maybe it's weird that I like stuff like this, but I feel so appreciated and understood in that moment that I want to sing.

Time stolen, a moment just for us. A song I adore. A song I chose for him.

How could I ever keep my heart?

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