I Get Sad

 

the new fuzzy sweater

those purple shoes & my teal truck

friendship

I get sad, but I also laugh more than I ever did in those bars, those bedrooms, and the home I surely thought we'd built. I listen to music with people who want to listen to music with me. We talk about so many things; the big, the bad, the ugly. We go deep and still try to grasp hope. Today though, I am sad. I am sad for the woman who accepted so little, for so long. He pulled me down so that I would never be able to see how completely and masterfully beneath me he really was. It's sad.

Today is a day.