and just like that, as i stare at my hands wrapped around my favorite “french press” mug, ironically steaming this morning with green tea, hope flickers anew. and as i look…
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and just like that, as i stare at my hands wrapped around my favorite “french press” mug, ironically steaming this morning with green tea, hope flickers anew. and as i look…
Years in, I still get nervous he’ll think I’m goofy. Or not pretty. Or too bossy. Or not organized enough. Like he’s surprised I’m those things, or I’m not. Sometimes I still have…