Crying Wolf Her room was so small, it barely fit a bed and a dresser. It was in this room that we sat side by side on a bed that never quite held us both, saying things that we could never quite hold on to.

She cried so often that it didn't worry me at the moment. Not because I was distant but because they had lost meaning over time. She cried when she was happy, when she was sad, when she was scared...

I wasn't sure which it was this time.  ¶ 7:58 PM