Overactive imagination
- February 12th, 2010
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Sometimes I imagine my husband running out after me as I leave for work. He wraps his arms tightly around me, and kisses me with more passion than exists in a lifetime. He tells me that he can’t stand the thought of living a day without me. At times, my imagination is so strong, I almost can’t tell if it’s reality. Sometimes, I actually wonder if he did chase after me for one last goodbye kiss. And my day is much better for it.