This weekend I had a meltdown. A purge, almost. Itd been brewing.
I needed it.
I went into town with a friend, a fellow dreamer who I hadnt seen since before the summer. Together we whiled away an afternoon in a tiny Italian we discovere
I said, These weeks together the food, the talking, the walking it has been everything. If the rest of my life were eating pasta by your side, staring at the sea, thatd be some life.
I said, four years ago I wasnt brave enough to tel
And can I get you anything else? he asked, making me stop talking to the rest of the table long enough to look up and acknowledge him for the first time.
Oh, I thought, forgetting the rest of my sentence.
He was my favourite kind of wait