When we were two, we were best friends. I mean, I knew everything about this girl. I knew her favorite color, her favorite food. Then we became six, Eric made fun of me because it wasn’t cool to have a best friend that was a girl .
I saw this man on the Metro this past Monday, and asked him who the flowers were for. They were for his wife. They& been married for 47 years. Every Monday, he brings her home flowers after work. My heart died at that moment. this old man. so cute!