She looked at me and said, “Sometimes all you need is a beard and a shirt with a moon on it.”
“Is that a three wolf moon reference?” I asked.
She stirred up her iced chai with her straw and had this pleased little smile on her face. It brought out her dimples.
“You’d also look good in plaid.”
“Yeah,” I said, “and while I’m at it I’ll learn to play guitar and then go spend a month in a cabin out in the woods and write a whole album of music. You’ll have to break up with me first though so I have some kind of inspiration.”
“So suburban, you can’t even get your inspiration from your surroundings. You’re hopeless.”
She punched me in the face. Diary, only you will know that she caught me by surprise, and it broke my heart. Everyone else who asks will think I let it happen, because I was through with her and that was the only way I could think to let her down easy.
