The times we first started hanging out were the most magical of my life, and I say this without exaggeration.
While he still went to his mom sometimes, and we were actually able to hang out.
How do I miss his mom more than he misses her?
She was a very troubled woman, I do know that. But her heart was kind. Stupid and selfish at times, but kind.
She made me feel as if I had found my second family. I felt belonging. I felt peace.
Her cigarette smoke plagued my lungs and trapped the memories in my mind with the scent.
Her somewhat eerie smile, drug-ridden yet inviting.
Holding her son's hand as her and RJ bickered in the car.
I still remember the night she made dinner, and showed more remorse for forgetting I was lactose intolerant than my own mother.
