bendyournotes
There is a timeline written on my body. Each freckle, wrinkle, stretch mark, and scar. It is cliché, but it is important.
I really don't even like this word and I don't know. What the hell ensues? Hilarity ensues. Trouble ensues. I feel like this is a really, really ugly word. I don't even like hearing the sound of it in my own head. Ensue. There are so many other better words that mean the same thing. This one just seems like a puss.
You were a master chess player. You knew the game so much better than I could ever hope to, and you played it well. Your fingertips brushed each piece, taunting me, looking at me with this crooked smile and laughing at my anticipation. You moved the piece. I saw where it was going. And then it was over. Checkmate.