this is the view from my bedroom window. it's a parking lot on ralph avenue.
after having a bonding moment with mother, discussing my dating life, i looked out my window and thought about the first boyfriend my mother knew about. richard davies. we were fifteen, and he worked part time at the party city a block away. he would run to this empty lot, [it would be empty by the time he got there], and we'd be on our cell phones, talking it up. this is how we saw each other.
those were the days when broken hearts didn't hurt as bad.