Promise Me Sunshine

by Cara Bastone

But the thing about losing the person you love the most on earth is—somehow—you still have to do mundane things like tie your shoes and make enough money to continue to exist in this punishing world. So, I plod on.

I’m convinced some people have all the luck because there’s not really a better explanation for why I don’t have any of it.

“The cashier. The one you were just lusting after. What makes him your Prince Charming?” I laugh and take a bite of the sandwich he just gifted me. “He’s not a Prince Charming. They’re never a Prince Charming. Who wants Prince Charming? I want someone as screwed up as I am so I don’t suffer by comparison.”