Fresh Roast
You used to haunt my closet, my morning coffee, my car and my apartment. I’ve replaced all of it, but somehow you still manage to haunt my daydreams.
Remember that night? We made a promise to each other that if we were both single when you got to 40, we’d get married. We wrote our own silly little contracts, signed them, decorated them with cute pictures and bright colors, and sealed both with a kiss. They matched perfectly.
We agreed that…
