Marissa

Marissa...

Marissa... is gone. Just like that. She has some personal business to attend to, she said, and I know she’s right. Maybe it’s goodbye, maybe it’s au revoir. Time will tell.

So...

Am I dripping tears on the page as I write? Well... no. Because I know something. I know that once something is true, it is always true. Some things will never change. They might be in the past, they might be in the future, but once they are true, they never change. The look in her eyes, her warm hand on my stomach, her breath in my ear... these things are true. Some things change... and some things never change. And the things that don’t change are really the only things that count.