Wild Card

by Elsie Silver

Watching them is like digging a finger into an old wound. One that just won’t heal, no matter how hard I try. No matter how much work I put in. I yearn for that relationship. And I’ll never have it.

Context: Shes talking about her relationship with her dad. Wow. Felt that deep.

I’d pull her closer and stare at her for so long that when I closed my eyes, the shape of her would be burned on the back of my lids.

Gahhhhh

Birthdays have always left a sour taste in my mouth, and I don’t look forward to them. Usually, I take them as a day to reflect, to practice gratitude, and to think about all the things I would like to accomplish in the year to come.

yup.

I don’t know specifically what she likes, so I make everything. I want her to have it all, everything and anything she likes.

Hubby material

But the truth is, I might let it all burn if it means finding her. If Gwen is gone, nothing else matters.

“You’re my limes, Bash. I’m the tequila. You and me? We’re gonna spend the rest of our lives making margaritas, okay?”