There’s a way around this, and I will find it.
Or something like it. I don’t even like taking care of people when they’re sick, but I stuck around for him all weekend. Got out of class on Friday, surprised him at his apartment. Went to work for a few hours and came right back. Repeat, repeat. Iron Chef America, Chopped, and taking turns of who got to be most comfortable as we lounged on the couch.
It’s crazy how this never would have happened if I hadn’t woken up at 6 AM one Saturday morning back in October to crank out 3 papers and finish reading a book. Had I decided to sleep in a little bit, I would have not gone out with my friends to Mosaic and fallen into this.
My drunken stumbles that got me here might not be the makings of a romantic tale, but we aren’t really romantic either. I won’t receive flowers at work just because and he won’t find sweet notes in his pants pockets sprayed with my perfume. Whatever. We’re fine just the way we are.
I wear your ring around my neck every day. Your initials are tattooed on my wrist.
I’m trying so hard to keep you.
