Tuesday, November 9


there will be no room in heaven for me, i know, because i broke your favourite cup.  i will find you another favourite cup.  i promise.  it will be very special and very favourite-like and i will find it and bring it home for you swaddled in linens and and one hundred 'i'm sorries'.  i'm sorry.  i am sorry.

there is a moroccan saying that when you break something glass or glass-like, it means that someone who was thinking nasty things about you just stopped.  i think the opposite happened when i broke your cup.  i think you may have just started.

forgive me.
not yet.
but one day,
please forgive me.

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