I met Carter again, one last time, the night before we went home from church camp. It was a blur of emotions, to say the least. Kissing, touching, words-- everything was lost in the moment. Everything ran together, like a scratched or otherwise broken record. Everything repeated, just as it did every year.

"My mom's going to pick me up from here tomorrow, early."

"My brother'll be here at nine." Carter nodded. "I'm spending a few weeks with him, in Seattle."

"That sounds boring."

"It will be."

"I was never here to stay."

"I didn't think you were."

I nodded. "Good, because I wasn't." I licked my lips and took a large breath, before throwing myself against him. "Okay, goodbye."

"Bye."

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If for just one night
We could stop pretending
That we're never ending
Cause soon I'll have to go

My biggest fear in life is that the universe works
I guess to be blessed we have to be cursed first
Well obviously waiting on honesty hurts worse
Than arguing over how much the dirt's worth
If that type of magic when creative spurts burst
Can turn to a flat line from hospitalized bird chirps
Would you line up with me to be the first cursed
To prove to this nervous earth the universe works

For just one night
Could we just stop pretending
That we're never ending
Cause soon I'll have to go
These days are coming
To an end my friend
So can we just stop pretending
I'm here to stay

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The end.