Allegedly

by Tiffany D. Jackson

And the way he smiled at me, like he was honestly happy to see me, reminded me of a time when someone wanted me. I would have given anything to have that again.

Damn, I think about her so much she has become a mood, an emotion. I am Alyssa-ing over a fly.

“What does it mean when you love and hate someone at the same time?” I ask. He laughs. “It means they family.”

She doesn’t sob. She doesn’t cry. Maybe she’s like me. Maybe she’s all cried out.