The postboy doesn't deliver on Saturdays or Sundays so impatiently I waited. I spent most of the weekends in my kitchen but this weekend I had no energy so as I wandered into the pantry I wondered what I would make for lunch. I was reaching for a box of rice on the top shelf when I knocked over a different box. Picking it up from the ground a flood of memories came through. The phone calls, the FaceTimes and when I was reminded everyday 'Don't forget to call at lunch' everyday I worked I looked forward to lunch times where I would make the kids Mac and cheese and have random conversations with him. I smiled at the box in my hand. Weird isn't it? Anything can remind you of something important. All at once I had a burst of energy to make some cookies. Chocolate chip with caramel. I hummed a song as I threw the ingredients together. Flour and sugar ended up all over my clothes but in the moment the mess was just little and didn't bother me. I sat down happily at the table waiting for my cookies to bake. The aroma in the air gave me the purest feeling of happiness. I got up and opened my curtains. You could tell it was nearing the end of summer and autumn would begin soon. I walked outside feeling the slight breeze on my skin. I closed my eyes and just breathed. It was a good day.
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To All The Things Never Said
RomanceTo all the things she never said, and all the things he misunderstood, their love can be read, in all the things that she wrote. And all the pain that she felt, and cried before she slept at night, it had all begun to melt, as the truth all came to...
