you’d think with time it would be easier. you’d think with a boy and a girl and work and birthdays and weddings it would be easier with him. and sometimes it is. sometime i can just forget and look at him and love him and see the promise of everything he had said to me at the diner when we first had met serving him a plate of sausage and eggs, sausage split please and how he had made a point of it and i knew then and there i don’t know why, but i knew i could believe every word he said and he talked to much and seemed so embarrassed to be spilling over himself, spilling himself over me and i was entranced, i was stupidly in love with him right then and there but didn’t believe, couldn’t believe that this stranger out of nowhere in from the rain would want me, and then, and then, and then