|I should probably stop hash tagging.|
I point at the light. "Can this be the winter of our content?"
You laugh because you are just as ready for it as me.
"I mean, seriously, what if this was our last morning and who cares what happened other than what happened is we looked at each other and said this is it. What would we say to each other? How would we say it?"
You look down at me.
"For you I would be the best I could be."
Today I am grateful to know that at some point we pushed past whatever it was keeping us from being grateful for each other.