The morning came and we were still awake. The four of us, in love. In love with life, with each other, with dreams of faithfulness. Our conversation deadened; our hunger increased. Pancakes filled with stolen chocolate chips smashed the surreality. And the responsibilities of the day creeped into our conscience.
Lives diverged, rejoined, diverged. One, seemingly a mere character in lecherous hurtful gossip. Another, living life as she always did--spontaneously. The other, gone from this place to join the One who made him worthy. And me, sitting here, pondering the morning of pancakes filled with stolen chocolate chips.