The Last Thing He Told Me

This is the thing about good and evil. They aren’t so far apart—and they often start from the same valiant place of wanting something to be different.

Do you suspect foul play?”

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“Who tipped them off

We’ll agree on that going in

shifting from dirty cleat to dirty cleat

Shin guards and all

ticket stub for the parking garage

Maybe we are all fools, one way or another, when it comes to seeing the totality of the people who love us—the people we try to love.

In one way or another, this is the deal we all sign when we love someone. For better or worse. It’s the deal we have to sign again and again to keep that love. We don’t turn away from the parts of someone we don’t want to see. However quickly or long it takes to see them. We accept them if we are strong enough. Or we accept them enough to not let the bad parts become the entire story.

In one way or another, this is the deal we all sign when we love someone. For better or worse. It’s the deal we have to sign again and again to keep that love. We don’t turn away from the parts of someone we don’t want to see. However quickly or long it takes to see them. We accept them if we are strong enough. Or we accept them enough to not let the bad parts become the entire story.