He has to wair for another load of laundry to get done. So I wait with him. I lean back against the couch, sitting really low the way I like. I scrunch over and put my head on his shoulder. We sit like that for a long time. Watching other people's laundry dry. <3

When I’m a teacher, I won’t be using red pens to grade papers. Red pens will forever be associated with criticism and bad grades in my mind. I don’t want this person to get their short story back with harsh red pen marks all over it. Purple is much friendlier.

The past doesn't just disappear after it's happened.

Because I still love him. You can't just turn love off. You still feel it.

And there are a million possibilities. Like the possibility of going separate ways. Together.

All I can do is hope.

There are some things I can't control, & that's just the way it is.