Promise Me Sunshine

by Cara Bastone

Time dogpiles me and I marvel at the fact that anyone, ever, has the strength to get up off the floor.

“Falling in love is the fun part. Staying in love is a chore.

And just like that, “not ordinary” becomes perhaps the highest compliment of my life. How sad. I should probably have higher expectations, but how could I when he’s looking at me like that. As if he’s made of honey and he’d like to give it all to me.