this morning #1331.

this morning, despite it all, i tried to stand tall. solo on the sidewalk just outside the church. dressed in my best suit. waiting. holding roses for her. a dozen reds for when the service ends & she emerges. i guess i’m nervous. though i know which way i’d like this apology to go, i suppose it could go either way. she’s going to be surprised to see me. that’s for sure. she’ll definitely have questions. if i slip up & give a wrong answer, it won’t matter how many roses i’m holding. she won’t care how well-dressed i am. i bet she’ll be with her whole family. i wonder how much they know. hopefully not a lot. either way, she’s less likely to freak out with them there. the church doors parted. my heart started to race.