Anticipation

It's the reaching of the neck, looking into the tunnel for the right subway. It's the creased wrapping paper on a box waiting patiently under the Christmas tree.

It's the breath before your first dive, into the fifteen feet deep swimming pool. And it's the crossing out of days on the calendar, coming closer to your goodbye.

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