Things fell short this time.
Lies after the summer leads to a fall with a fireplace, burning chopped wood.
Embracing our bodies while watching a flick on Netflix, without a where the hell ya been? Why are ya late again? talk.
Hannah wears skirts.
I wear jeans.
Hannah strips nude and dyes her hair red, and not light red but dark red.
Hannah wears shirts without bras.
Hannah drives there.
I stay everywhere.
Hannah ends up in a Seattle, Washington bar.
Hannah comes to my door.
I come home.
“I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” Hannah says. “Where have you been?”
“Do you want to settle down?” I ask.
“Thought you’d never ask.”