It’s been several days since Mari and I finally worked up the courage to jump between the sheets. She still calls and texts to let me know everything is alright with her, and with us, but she’s busy putting the finishing touches on her house and it takes up a lot of her time. I offer to help if it’ll make things go faster, but she assures me she’s got it under control.
Occasionally we’ll meet for lunch so I can see her face and know she still exists, but not at the taco truck, since it’s closed for the winter. I think about the direction things have been going with us and selfishly wish for her rehab project to come to a close and stop monopolizing all of her time.
I miss Mari, more than I thought I could miss someone. I miss her lips on mine, her warm breath on my neck, the way she give
