Short Story Number Seven Hundred and Seven
I told you how I didn’t want to become old and have shaking hands. You opened your mouth and said that your shaking hands would hold my shaking hands and we would be ok. This made me smile. And then I started to tell you about what I thought we should do for the rest of our lives. We should think and wonder about things for a really long time. We should have fun. And we should pretend that our insides are clean and new and not full of bad things anymore.
(Source: keremmermutlu)
