Her. (rough draft)

I want to talk

In the morning there is a text

She wants to talk about that message

in person.

How it makes her feel.

I'm supposed to go home at noon, so I say I don't care.

I do. 

I don't go home at noon.

She comes, my girl walks out to the car.

I stay with her dog.

Her dog doesn't really like me, but she sat in my lap the whole time.

An hour passes.

I call my friend.

"You look like a clown right now," she says. "You're better than me, I wouldn't allow that."

Another half hour passes.

My stomach has dropped already. They talked for so long.

My sweet girl comes back inside.

She has a torn up note that she gave her and plans to hang out with her the next day.

"She'll be the end of us," I tell her.

"I know," she says.

She drops me off at my sisters concert and I go home.