running, part 2.
we’re at the part of our run where i begin to slow, just before we stop running and walk the whole way home. you’re telling me about india. i’m half-listening, because it is a beautiful day out and the woods we are making our way through are sun dappled and green, green, green.
you have to get a boyfriend this summer, you say, and i realize with a start that the conversation has taken this turn without me noticing. i mean it. i’m saying, i can’t have you going on like this. you gotta make out with someone soon.
yeah, okay, i say, but what i mean is: boy, you could solve this problem. just take my hand.
