Dinner

“Please. Help me make dinner.” 

She curled her hair behind her ear and quietly brushed up her feet into her arms. She tilted her head very very slightly. And there was a sadness in her that suddenly jolted me. Because all she wanted of me were these small moments. And if I could go back I would give her my entire life. 

And then she said,”It’ll be fun.” And she smiled sweetly. 

  • C.E.