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Just when I think I’ve got a handle on this kaleidoscope of weird feelings, it twists and so new surprises me I feel like I’ve been told Christ across from me like always? I have to bite my lip to silence myself

Please, I beg ain This is too hard

“You’re not going to e one little Tuesday on your own” He touches the little toy car in my hand and spins the wheels a little

I try to be nonchalant, but he probably sees through it

“Miss you? I’llat your pretty face, but that’s about it”

I hope it landed so body into my car He taps theto et the key into the ignition

Josh stands motionless inbillions, but I cannot tear ether

When I get home, I still have the Matchbox car in my hand

Chapter 15

I’ at Josh’s empty seat The office is cold Quiet A professional haven Any of the cubicle inmates downstairs would kill for this kind of silence

Josh is supposed to be sitting across fro a calculator, tapping, frowning, tapping again

If he were here, he’d look at y would pop inside me I’d label it annoyance, or dislike I’d take th

e little flash and call it so I don’t think it is

I look at the clock I wait for a small eternity, and a minute ticks by To amuse myself, I roll my new Matchbox car back and forth across my mouse pad, then take out the florist card from underneath

You’re always beautiful