One Day in December

by Josie Silver

There’s something about living in a different place that allows you to be whoever you want to be.

I compliment Lucille on her beautiful home, and then start to worry because that’s my small talk quota used up.

It’s frightening how easily your life can spiral out of control; one day I was on the up and up, the next I’m facedown on the carpet, dribbling.

You tread lightly through life, but you leave deep footprints that are hard for other people to fill.”

Being married isn’t just a legally binding contract, it’s a choice. It’s saying I choose you. Every single day, I wake up and I choose you.

“Sometimes you just meet the right person at the wrong time,” I say softly. “Yeah,” he says. “And then you spend every day afterward wishing that time could be rearranged.”