“Thomas Edison.”
“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart.”
“Helen Keller.”
“How do you know this stuff? To love means loving the unlovable. To forgive means pardoning the unpardonable. Faith means believing the unbelievable. Hope means hoping when everything seems hopeless.”
“Hmmm, I don’t know, but I love it. Remind me to write it down.”
“Gilbert K. Chesterton. That’s the name.”
Royal and I hid in the corner when we stopped in a small coal town, but decided not to jump off. We were having too much fun, and I kind of wanted to sleep in the car. Even if we didn’t know where we would end up. We climbed up on top, once we got past the last stop, and in each other’s arms, we silently watched the sun set. We ended the night in the same sleeping bag, but other than kissing, we behaved. I’m sure the fact we looked like a couple dirty little seven-year-old’s had something to do with that. Not to mention, we were exhausted. I was sure daylight wasn’t but a couple hours out.
We managed to catch another train headed back west, and ended up going back the same way we had gone in, only this time our legs hung overthe side we hadn’t gotten to see going east. If, inthat moment, I would have been given the option of going home or staying, I would have stayed. I never wanted my time with Royal to end. Ever.
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