Still Trying

Written by Jacob Ibrag

This isn’t exactly how I pictured it. It can still

work. I can make this work. We’re together. You’re

here and so am I. There were vows. We exchanged vows.

I actually wrote mine. I sat for several hours and somehow

articulated what you represented. That has to mean something.

It used to mean a lot. This isn’t exactly how I pictured us.

Hosting sentences in each other’s psyche. Hosting

yesterday to prevent tomorrow’s monotony.

We’re together and I’m still trying.

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Image by Mitch Gaiser