Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Twenty
Wet and cold and I miss not walking the last few days, but I tell myself that it’s okay.
This jacket.
I find a smile.
Can’t we have just one more day?
While talking and drinking coffee and stirring granola and berries and yogurt, I remember that these are the kind of people that made me want to be a part of this world in the first place.
I tell him that I go to Gott’s so much that at our dinner last night, one of the employees asked me how my kids were doing.
The one thing I didn’t expect to do today is cry.
More popcorn.
I’m supposed to be supportive, regardless of the decision, but I’m still disappointed.
Double headers.