My Thursday night was a wake up call.
Indeed, we were very important to him and the feeling was mutual.
I would never trade our talks for the world.
It made me break down and lose my poise in a
hearbeat, the moment i saw him alone and sad.
Two prodigal daughters in a family reunion.
Yes. That's what it looked like.
And we were truly sorry from the bottom of our hearts.
We wanted to be back in his arms.
In a few moments my face was flushed from having too much wine (then again, no wine is too much for us).
I let it all out and told the world off for not living in harmony with my life. And for letting others get away with hurting me.
But I shrugged it off. I didn't want to ruin the evening.
And we were happy again.
Happy happy happy until the morning, until bruch time, until next week.
Looking forward.
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