He went to work. I talked with mom. It was quiet and lazy. I blended cumin, cardamom, coriander, and cloves from my dinner recipe, then stretched out on the couch
. Rise, chop the onions and peel the garlic, lie back again. The day was hazy and milky
and leaked into the house in strips. Cut up bits of chicken. Tarragon
. White rice bubbling over.
We went to movie, but I had wanted to talk. I had wanted to say things but didn't speak them until it was too late. He was playing when he covered my mouth in the theatre to hush me, but I didn't feel playful. He moved down several rows. So we walked down the street afterwards, to the playground.
I don't like feeling manipulated to ask you questions you already have answers for. Just tell me what you want to say.
I'm trying, or maybe, I want to try. This is so hard and I can't even swallow because I'm afraid I won't be able to breathe.
We've spent the last 2 months overanalyzing why this won't work. This week, we have got to remember the reasons we want this to work. Otherwise, we should just end it right now.
I know you are right. Please. No. I want nothing less than to just enjoy you, this time we have. Please. Yes. Let's start over.