In Another Life, We Are Getting Married In The Fall
In another life, we’re spending the holidays in Hawaii. We don’t fight as much this time, though.
In another life, we’re spending the holidays in Hawaii. We don’t fight as much this time, though.
While likely not to be super lucrative (usually minimum wage), most tasting room associates get hefty discounts on alcohol. So, there’s that.
this is the poem I remember love that demands reassurance again and again, and again, is not the kind of love people want to see on their TV screen.
he asks about my parents and I respond
accordingly.
i’m not creepy,
i promise
Always asking, “Who is going to be there?” before agreeing to any social gathering.
A familiar hand rubbing the small of my back. Love is gentle like that. Doesn’t jolt me out of bed. Lets me slowly wake up instead.
Happiness is fleeting. It comes and goes. It makes out with us behind the bar and then suddenly ghosts. It gives us the weekend or week or month of a lifetime, and then has to go back home.
Should we audition for The Bachelor again?
I don’t believe in the paranormal,
but here you are,
a ghost at the foot of the bed,
even when I can’t see you,
I know you’re there.