I started this blog on a whim. If you’d told me then that three months on, I’d have posted a story every day, I doubt I’d have believed you. Whims never last.
But here I am, 92 stories later. I haven’t given up. I haven’t decided to quit. You know why? Because of you.
I didn’t expect so many people would like my stories, never mind like them enough to leave a comment and follow the blog. I didn’t expect to have so much fun with this.
Thank you for letting me entertain you, one hundred words at a time.
When I said you’re like no girl I’ve met, I meant it. I’ll never forget you.
That sounds final. It is. They won’t let us be together. If nothing else, I’ll make you vulnerable. I’d like to think I might become the reason why you think twice before you head into another ambush like the one you saved us from, thinking you’d rather see me again than get yourself killed. They won’t allow you to have something to live for.
But I won’t forget you. If I can, I’ll find you. Just don’t hold your breath.