All tagged —DFG

It felt like a miracle when a young guy appeared from out of nowhere and said, "Hey, I'll take those." He was short, dark skinned, muscular, very big smile, and he was proof that people are kind at just the right moment. 

We tacitly agreed that she would keep her side scrubbed and pristine, and I would drape clothing wherever it fell on my side of the line, and keep my piles from tipping over on her.

Maybe love is a bandaid, a set of words we use, or memories we pull from a collective bin to feel as though there's a way to grope our way toward a "we" and "us" that ripple out and out and out. But maybe it works.