I cannot wait to introduce you to my Love, Delphalilah.
A month later, he returned as a married man.
“Someone is interested in the car. You met him a long time ago: Peter from my high school?”
“Peter, the one you should have married?”
I didn’t know what it was, yet. I just knew I wouldn’t stop thinking about her until I saw her again.
One day during breakfast, the usual silence broke.
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Like the trees we gained more rings, and found ourselves at the park.
My favourite things have always been stuck in a state of in-between.
Lynn looks desperately for things to love; she looks desperately to see truth in all the arguments Anne has ever given her. Again, she fails to completely love herself.
We meet for dinner every Monday night and lately I’ve come to hate it.