He looks worried sometimes. I’m kicking his ass in fantasy basketball. Sometimes I wonder if I irritate him, and that makes me decide I’m not really into him in THAT way. We have a ledge of candy between us–candy I left for him that he can take like a mouse because he never accepts what I offer, and candy he leaves for me because he doesn’t want other people’s offerings either. I gave it guardsmen.
We both left late one night at the same time and I was sleeveless because I’d left my sweater. It was dark outside, there was a little bit of moon, and it hadn’t looked like a rainy day, but as I was pulling out of the parking lot, it started to rain.
It made me think about how ghosts sometimes can have an entire life of their own when all they want is to meet themselves before they died.