I go downtown, looking over every vehicle, and walk and walk and walk, trying to find him.

I've turned this into a daily exercise.

I'm facing the hard realization that the conversation we have will not be a good one. I picture us fighting in my head. I wonder where this will lead.

I wonder if we will see each other again.

I wonder if you can stay broken-hearted forever. The correct answer is yes, my grandmother did.