Memory
His head bowed so sweet that I was shocked by my own fury where I spit my previous words out with. “I thought you would like to go out to dinner tonight,” he said with a soft voice. I said that I was sorry, that I totally didn’t mean it like that and that I would love to go out to dinner with him.


He opened the door before I even called him to do so. He said he was going to walk to me, he said to me, if I didn’t showed up first. He picked a small yellow package out of his pocket. M&M’s. “Because I know you like it.” Was his simple explanation.


His hands rubbed over the cold blankets where under my feet were freezing. He asked me if they felt better and I said a little bit. He kept rubbing the blankets and I told him that he could stop, otherwise, I had the feeling, he would have stayed rubbing them forever. “You really love me, do you?” I asked him. He nodded.