twenty years to the day

If the eight year old version of me could see me now I know what he would think. First he’d be surprised we made it passed twenty six. Never thought we’d be so old. Next he would be glad we could grow a mustache. He would note that we’re not as tall as we thought we’d...

the way they are

They think “but surely not I” when it comes to her. She has told me so much and I know her so well, surely not I. She says she hates, and wants to be left alone, but I am the exception. She can’t be what she says she is, I know her too well. Her exaggerations about...