I'm Pretty When I Cry

Last night, I dreamed that he was shot and died. Then I woke up and cried. I woke up again in the afternoon from a dream where I crushed glass-coated finger limes into pie filling.

We talk every day on the phone for an hour at minimum.

Tonight we went to the movies together. He offered to teach me how to skateboard on Friday. I said no and I wish I could say yes.

I cried during the movie. I cried after the movie. He hugged me and I cried. He said, “Can’t we have a normal conversation.” I said, “I’m trying.” / “I want you to be okay.” / “I’m okay. This doesn’t get fixed so quickly.”

A man asked me if he could take my parking spot as I wiped away tears.

I called him about the trade deadline once we both were home.