Wednesday, March 4, 2020

And yet, here I am.

 “Just let me be sad,” she told him. “Just let me process and then I’ll be okay.
Can’t you just let me do that?” She crossed the room and stared blankly out the window as
the raindrops pelted against the pane. She reached out and placed her hand against the cool glass.
“It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. You weren’t supposed to come back.” 

She heard the ice clank against his glass. “And yet, here I am.”

~ Erin Rose



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