this morning #992.

this morning, we finally reached an agreement. reached across the table. shook hands like two world leaders solidifying a peace treaty. firm but foolhardy. concessions on both sides. not at all certain that this is going to work. mostly for show. fo sho. we were hopeful though. it was a relief to see his toothy smile reminding me there was kindness inside him. for some time, i’ve been worried that he’d given up on me, that there was no hope for our future. we’ve always been falling in & out of touch but this latest estrangement seemed solid. crisis averted for now, i motioned toward the door. he put on his coat & we shared a manly embrace. i hoped this wasn’t the last i’d see of his face.