There she is.
My old pal sadness, it's been awhile since her last visit.
She must have gone to see the ocean or the Grand Canyon, but, she always comes back. She never really leaves my side because nothing gold can stay.

He's so good to me that if I think about it enough I might cry.
But that shouldn't be my reaction.
I should be overflowing with happiness and squealing like a teenage girl.

Picturing him standing by the candles smelling so many it makes him nauseous all because he remembered I said I wanted a new one is so sweet.
He remembered.

Like after we went to the bar and Nick said something I can't remember about us being together,
and Cainan put his hand on my shoulder and said,
"She's important to me."
It caught me by surprise.

I've been reading since I got home from the library.
Lately Tv has become boring to me.

There was a violin practice happening, a circle of old women playing Christmas music welcomed me to the poetry section.
A bucket of crayons and sheets of paper lay strewn across a table by the door I came in.
It felt odd to me that so much was going on inside this sectioned off room that used to be pretty dull and lifeless when I was a kid.
It didn't take long for me to find a few books I deemed interesting.
I flashed my new library card and walked out with my reading material, ready to cozy up on the couch for a few hours before work.