Checking the window every half hour these last few hours has obviously been pointless.
How am I meant to do this alone?
I can only imagine what you do in times like these.
I know what you used to do.
And that’s all I know.
You look tired — have you been crying?
No, I actually am just tired.
Mothers know. They always know.
Can I stop? No. Why not? Because I’m in love.
If I’ve learned anything it’s that right now I shouldn’t have any positive expectations.