And then I smile at her. And for the past two mornings, she has stared me straight in the eye and not so much as twitch a phony smile. It’s the oddest thing. I’ll try one more time tomorrow.
There’s a part of me that likes to see a high number in my drafts folder. There’s something soothing about not having to start from scratch. Knowing that something is needing you in order to feel whole, quite frankly, feels good. You therapists out there can analyze me if you like.