It never fails; if you’re running right on time, the bus will pass your stop 30 seconds early and leave you choking in the dust thrown up in its wake. If you get there five minutes early, on the other hand, the bus will get there 10 minutes late, resulting in a 15-minute wait.
Of course, now that I am a parent I do all of these things without hesitation. I’m not proud, don’t judge.
When, at the very sight of a smile, a quivering lip, a furrowed brow, the words “I love you” rolls to the very tip of your tongue.
“It turns out freedom ain’t nothing but missing you / Wishing I’d realized what I have when you were mine.” Back To December