We read all about it, my love. We thought we were ready. We bought our tickets, got in line, waited.
When it was our turn, we hopped into the idle car and grabbed on tight. As we pulled away from the depot, I stole a glance at you. My eyes said it all…ready?
Your nervous smile told me your answer. We survived and made it over the first big hill. It feels like we are still flying down, and I suppose we truly are. But now we find ourselves at the bottom of the next hill.
As our skulls snap back against the headrest and the car begins to slowly lurch its way to the top, we have a brief moment to reflect on the ride. It’s been scary, exhilarating, joyous. What’s next? You haven’t said a word, my love, but I hear your anxious cry.
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