Every Last Word

by Tamara Ireland Stone

twenty-six minutes and eighteen seconds to wipe you from my memory. But if you said you wanted me again today or tomorrow or two hundred and forty days seven hours twenty-six minutes and eighteen seconds from now, I’m sure it would all come back to me.

Ironic, isn’t it? The only time I’m not Acting “as if”? When I’m on a stage.

“I’m not making you do anything. Whether or not you tell him is entirely up to you. I’m merely reminding you to embrace who you are and surround yourself with people who do the same.”