Jan 8, 2019
4 min read
To my Husband: we aren’t Friends
in fact we do not even speak.
We aren’t friends. In fact, we don’t even speak, but we got to know each other once. A lot of the time, I wonder how much better I would be if you’d never seen me; if you’d just stayed that mysterious older boy in the library with the curly hair; if I had been but a flick on the radar, with my wooly doodles and piles of books, would we be better off? If we hadn’t taken the time…
