Diana
It is going to rain; I can smell it. Seeing the reluctant snow hanging on for dear life hits a little too close to home. Packing my things, well, more like failing to pack has left me feeling sad for when I actually do pack. I want to keep a few things here though, stashing away small momentous around the house, so my presence doesn’t disappear once I leave. I know he isn’t kicking me out but leaving just sucks.
“This sucks.” Maya echoes my inner thoughts.
She takes my arm in hers as we continue down this trail in one of her favorite parks. When I called her up, she had just finished work, but wasn’t ready to go home yet. She says her cat is in heat and won’t leave her alone, and the male cats greeting her daily seems to be increasing. I couldn’t help but laugh as she made littl
