Jose got his phone back. Actually, I have his phone here on my office desk. All I can think about is the miscellaneous texts I read from random girls on FB messenger and how he will be deep diving back into them now that he no longer has to share or borrow my phone. But, if it's meant to be, it will be. My brain thinking that an explosion is on it's way, means I intend on fulfilling an evil prophecy that I narrarated on my own life.
Re(al)lationships are hard work. They are like toiling in the sun for hours, yet basking in the shine as soon as the rain ends. They require patience and so much other basic nutrition that humans can't seem to nurture their ownselves with. They require soul food. SOUL, food. I wish I could say that the vapid side of my still exists, but it doesn't. All I can think of now is that little Angel swimming around my insides. The little Angel that is nurturing and fending for it's self, why I sit around hoping that someone will nurture and defend me. My child is already teaching me a life lesson. Take it and go, mom.
3:53 P.M. - 08/04/2015