One Day in December

by Josie Silver

and for a second I experience a jolt of homesickness out of the blue. As if she is familiar, even though she isn’t.

but when I think back our entire relationship has been a million tiny compromises, his or mine, so our differences weren’t big enough to pull us apart. It’s been a constant effort, and I don’t know if love should feel like that, you know? I don’t mean making an effort for each other…I mean making an effort to be someone ever so slightly different from who we really are.