Misery was desire. Hope was the creator of hopelessness. "Take it one day at a time," she trained herself. But sometimes too much happened in a day. And then there were the times when too little happened. "I guess it's about taking in every moment," she concluded.
He wanted butter. She wanted cheese spread. He liked his coffee full of pearly white sugar cubes. She preferred the blackest of teas. Today, they wanted to try new things. He had what she liked and she had what he had been having since he was a college kid. "Eek!" He missed the sweetness of… Continue reading Different Tastes