I’m sitting in a Starbucks on my computer, watching Jon Stewart as I’m prone to do, when a cop sits at the table next to me. He makes a joke about sitting in the shade to me and I laugh then return to my show and homework. He drinks his coffee and makes a couple of phone calls, trying to figure out what he is doing this weekend. Starting each phone call with cheerful optimism, he asks the person on the other line if they are available at all this weekend.
I am only half-listening. I don’t know the outcome of any of the calls.
The last one goes straight to someone’s voicemail and he says — with the same hopeful voice — “Hello, I was just wondering what you were up to this weekend because I’m off tomorrow and my Birthday is this weekend.”
I cannot tell you why, but this almost broke my heart.
He left his hat on the chair. I do not know if he is returning.
Even if he was, I doubt I would tell him that my Birthday is also this weekend and I’ve gotten mostly voicemails as well.
Hope you find someone to celebrate with. I’m working on Friday.
i don’t know what to tell you
other than the fact that a giraffe’s
heart weighs 22 pounds and that
somebody once told me when
flies fall in love, their entire brain
is rewired to only know loving each
other. when one of them dies, their
memory becomes blank. i hope you
never think about anything as much
as i think about waking up next to
you during a windstorm at 5 am.
(Source: jennyjaysuarez)
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(Source: timelordsandladies)
