
“I love you,”
Jul 28, 2017 · 2 min read
she said.
“Do you mean that,” I asked, my voice steady, not lilting with hope.
She cupped my face in her hands, “Yes.”
“What does it mean though,” I asked.
“What does it mean,” she laughed, placing her hands back on the table, where the shredded remains of her napkin were beginning to stir in the late evening breeze.

