Dearest reader, this is not a post in which I plan to bore you with a detailed account of my day (I saw Toy Story 3 at midnight. You must see it!). Rather, it is a post in which I plan to let you read a little something I've written. It's not a short story, per-say. It is just something I wrote the other day that I absolutely had to write in order to stay sane. Any writers out there should know how it is. So, please enjoy my random writing.

Times --

By Aimee

These were the times she had read about: The times of reckless abandon, when nothing else in the whole world mattered more than them. More than him. They were so madly in love, the entire world could see it. Every day spent apart was an eternity, and the time spent together was perfect. Heavenly. Nothing was more important to her than he was. Nothing gave her more joy than spending every second with him that she could.
“If I had eternity in my pocket, I would choose to spend it with you.”
She had read about these times. And in the stories, they always seemed to end. Even as they spent hours, days together in wild abandon, not giving the rest of the world a second thought, she wondered...

“If I had eternity in my pocket, I would choose to spend it with you.”

All times come to an end. Would this time of reckless abandon end too?

Was their time together meant to cease?

“If I had eternity in my pocket, I would choose to end it with you.”