flutterby
"are we lost?" he kept asking.
"well," i said "it's kind of hard to get lost when you don't know where you are going"
i thought about going back to the loft, but decided against it when i realized that my mom would see my red eyes and ask me about it. where to go then?
the walked for hours through the multitude of art galleries. after individual places became slurred and indistinct from one another, hannah suggested that they go get something to eat.
we walked alongside the creek. after a while, he stopped and picked up a smooth, flat rock and skipped it across the water, distorting the reflection of the moon.
overjoyed? i don't think so. and why would i be? a perfectly shitty day at work and then coming home to see your best friend with your new husband. yay!