I was walking home in the rain and a bike cop came up beside me. He said didn’t this weather bother me. I said yeah, and kept walking. He stopped again and asked if my name was Amanda, I looked like someone he went to school with back in the day. I said again, no sorry. He asked me if I was single, I said again, no, sorry I’m married.
Maybe we are all just trying to find our Amanda.
I hope he does. I hope that man finds his lost love. I hope there are church bells and wedding rings. I hope she can give him a life he dreams of and children and a dog and a white picket fence. I hope she can give him so much more than I’ve been able to give my husband. I hope she gives him the world.
Laughs and Lobotomies 