“You have these…eyes. And I love them. Very much.”
She laughs, throwing back her head. “Stop it.”
“And do you know that you have a really beautiful smile?”
“I said stop it,” she says louder. “You’re making me feel embarassed. You’re just…
“i keep thinking you know… what if… just what if… we were still together?”
“funny enough. i think about that a lot too.” jessica tilts her head. “but here’s the thing, most of the time in life, we can’t get everything we want. it’s…
“how many children do you want?”
“i thought you remember?”
“three?”
“three. like me and my brother and sister. jess — don’t you ever think about your future? what do you…
jessica only nods. she can hear the voice of andrea bocelli singing con te partiro reverberating in the air. it’s kind of funny, she thinks, how they play italian songs instead.
she comes unexpectedly, like she always did before. you don’t always find catching up with an old friend really necessary. especially when there are months and years in between, so long it’s too much of a gap to fill. stories of new jobs, families, and business ventures are enticing to hear, but…
Ali liked her beer chilled, downed next to the swimming pool after a crazily hot afternoon. Much better if she could see the stars and the moon, lounging on one of the rattan chairs. Though unfortunately, her friends didn’t share her likings.
They moved into the apartment six years ago.
Six years, Kelly mused. What could have happened in six years?
Six years Kelly marked, after three previous years of knowing and tolerating each other. Six years and they had repainted the walls two times…