A little food goes a long way

A rainy evening, a bag of groceries, and a slow walk home. Two and a half ice cream bars and a meal or two later, the resulting food coma forces one to succumb to the comforts of a black couch. The other

Ok, screw it, I can't make anything poetic out of this right now - I am just so happy. No, we're happy. That's all that counts. I knew I couldn't just let her go, that I had to hang in there and chase after her. And now, our future is wide open before us. I know we'll make it, I know we will. No guarantees, but that doesn't matter because deep down I know.

After nearly three months, the emptiness is gone.