when i was engaged, we lived in a house near the river and the railroad tracks and the circle k which had a milkshake machine. i want a sweet thing, i’d say, and we’d go over through the alleys to the circle k. our engagement slowly dissoved, mostly by walking through the woods and the warehouse district and the gravel paths besides the train tracks. we spoke most honestly while walking.
this is not a story about regret. it is simply a story about what happened.