Are we having a normal conversation? Why am I enjoying this so much? It’s like my whole day just got that much better simply because he showed up at my doorstep. I don’t even need noodles. Not really. I’ve gone without for weeks now and I’ve managed on a porridge of beans and some other junk I toss into a bowl. Seemed easier than going into town for noodles…but now he’s made it all easy again. It’s like he really has my back, and the feeling is staggering. Overwhelming.
