5/13/15

three


The reasons are irrelevant.  Or maybe they aren't, but, regardless, I don't feel the need to provide them now.  You'll live without them.  In any case, it was a Thursday.  It was a Thursday in which I was crying pathetically at my cubicle and couldn't for the life of me stop.  My boss tactfully told me to go home because hysterical behavior makes people uncomfortable.

 On the way home, I did the sensible thing and called Drew.  He asked me what was wrong, and I gave him the only answer I had which was nothing, but also everything and I'll see you later, sorry I'm crazy and I love you.  He responded, casual and amused, with, That's alright! I love you too.

 Because that man understands me. 

What I remember are the buckets of freshly-cut Snowballs from his parent's yard.  There was some sort of flower disaster, and if it weren't for the blooming Snowball bushes three years and two days ago, I shudder to think of what a drab affair the wedding might have been.  
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4 comments:

  1. Emma JaneMay 13, 2015 at 2:03 PM

    I hope to high heaven I find my Drew some day. You two are my favorite.

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  2. RachelMay 13, 2015 at 11:13 PM

    I love how the information slowly trickles in. Beautifully written.

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  3. The Purple Assassin.May 14, 2015 at 2:21 AM

    You're both beautiful, and the connection you share, I wish everyone finds that.


    xx

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  4. - abigail - May 14, 2015 at 10:22 PM

    this writing. these stories.
    this is exactly the kind of stuff that ruins young girls, like the sappy little romcoms, the ones that make us believe that one day we will be like that too

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