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.