Wednesday, August 19, 2009

She cried like she loved

Meesha and I spent a good bit of the day together, walked, jogged, bleachers, hit the town. It was really great. Something in her stirred, she spoke a lot about how she felt and her uncertainties. Shared and whispered. Her heart is hurting.

Anyway, I listened, and pilfered her french fries. We laughed about how ridiculous FOX news is, talked crap about how big our tummies have gotten, reminisced about our childhoods and what about it was tainted. She spoke of the last time she felt happy, and how it hasn't been for a long time. About a year, maybe, maybe more.

I told her she didn't have to settle for unhappiness.

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