"Should we pick up a baguette?"
"Do we need coffee?"
Conversations overhead at Central Market. And why they made me weepy. Again.
It makes no sense, really. We went grocery shopping together exactly twice to my recollection. But these are the moments I miss. And actually not even these, but the expectation that there would be more. The seemingly mundane, but altogether comfortably connected things that couples—even those that aren't exactly coupled—do.
I actually toyed with idea of writing these stupid thoughts in the third person, and then I just said fuck it.