Embarrassing pauses sprinkle our conversation; when the task of dropping the girls off is done, we talk small until there is nothing left to generalize. I leave, cry, wondering if I ever knew you.
Then I remember not being able to wait to return home to tell you all of these occurrences or thoughts that came to me throughout the day... in the end, I came home to find a woman irritated with her life, and not feeling love at all. I should have told you anyway.
The thoughts never dissipated... they surrounded me like little anxious birds in my head, wanting freedom. I started having conversations with myself, imagining what you would say back to me if we were in love.
