I wake and find the ring off of Rayah's finger still. Staring at her for a moment, I slip out of bed without waking her and find it in the kitchen. I slip back in bed and put it on her finger, kissing it once done.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better. — Anne Lamott
