He always worried about failing.
“What if I fail?” He was nervous.
“What if you fail? what if you fail?”
My laugh was hearty.
He didn’t like being laughed at when he was being open,
I didn’t like when he didn’t open himself to being laughed at.
“You are failing, you’re failing right now!” I sarked.
His face crumpled.
“Because you fail to see that you may fly.”
His smiled was quixotic as he held my hand.
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