we're always ok
He didn’t hear me, so I went back into the bathroom.
He was still shouting ’cause he was in the shower.
“When we move in together, I promise, that if I use your soap, I’ll put it back in the same place so you can find it.”
“Thanks. Maybe I should be promising that I won’t move your soap?”
“How many minutes do I have?”
“Zero. Zero minutes. I’m hungry.”
“Well, you can have some cereal.”
“Can I put it in a bag?”
“Yes. You are like a baby in the park.”
“Except then it would be Cheerios.” We said that part together.
I never worry about what would happen if this didn’t work out. I worry about not worrying about what would happen if this didn’t work out, but that is different, I think.
Maybe I should worry. Do you think you get points for trying not to cry?
’Cause I tried last night, but I was just so hungry and so tired and my feet hurt. And when he walked away in front of me, I thought about David and how wrong something can be even when you think it’s pretty ok.
“Hey hey hey. Come here come here come here. I love you.”
I think there is nothing wrong with this. Nothing that a hug and a sandwich won’t fix.