Beckett’s Journal

Beckett’s Journal

There’s no denying we have a connection—one built on a deep sense of understanding. Joey’s uncovering a side of me no one has ever seen. A side no one has ever deemed worthy enough to take the time to expose.

She’s patient with me, giving me time to show her my innermost self. Even on those evenings when she looked utterly spent from work. She was tired, but never tired enough to skip a meal together.

She’s igniting a part of me I thought had been extinguished permanently.

At the same time, I worry. What happens next? Are we meant to have more than this? I don’t think I can stay away and by the way she looks at me, I don’t think she can stay away either.

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