He backspaced over the two lines.
Hating the reality
more than he enjoyed the wording.
He stared at the blank screen,
trying to will the words to appear.
At least in his head.
But, that filled with pictures.
A smile that looked like it snuck up on her.
Every. Single. Time.
That seemed to build up
and burst forth without warning.
He shook his head,
but the Etcha-a-sketch defense was useless.
He saw eyes.
Drawing him in.
Filled with life and joy.
And always hope.
A sigh mixed with a growl
mixed with a swear
mixed with a pained laugh
He allowed his hands to once more type,
“Speed may kill,
but distance crushes.”
He stared at the words.
And then at his finger,
still hovering over the backspace key.