He called me Monday night. Hearing the pain in his voice made me feel... better? We talked about random shit... and then.
Him: What are we going to do?
Me: About what?
Him: US?
Me: Well... you made up your mind about that.
Him: Yeah... but it's always been about what I want. What do you want?
Me: I'm not making the call.
Him: This shouldn't just be about what I want.
Me: But you know what I want!
Que the tears... so many tears.














