last night, we sat on the wooden patio set at the corner of weyburn and broxton, sipping almond milky tea with boba, watching the cars go by. and go by. and go by.
we talked about our weekends, giggling and sighing and supposing, and whatever happened, whatever happens, we both decided that it was enough. (it was more than enough.)
i am moving this weekend, and i swear, this is going to be the last time i move within the los angeles area. the next time i move, it will be out of the state, off of this coast, somewhere very far away.
very far away, in time and space.
but one thing at a time.