… Cracks
I dreamt of her returning last night.
But it wasn’t even a dream about her. She just came back all of a sudden, while I was in the middle of something else far more important. Living, I think. I was living, and she decided to re-enter that life, like a crack appearing in happily set concrete.
She wasn’t exactly the way I framed her in my mind when she left. She was… curvier. She said she’d put on a little weight and I guess my mind just adjusted her.
But apart from that, there wasn’t anything to note. She just said hello, and everything carried on, with that crack suddenly widening away in the background, letting all this doubt seep through…
