I follow Sam out with the cruiser. Pulling over, I decide to set out on foot. Once I catch up with them, I stand to the side and listen to their lack of conversation.
"Conner?" I study the guy, "Y-you're back in town, huh?"
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
After ten years of no silence, he still won't talk to me. I look back at Sam before glancing at Conner, saying nothing. Shaking my head, I chase after Sam and stop her in her tracks, taking one of her hands, "You okay?"
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better. — Anne Lamott