May 27, 2019:

Solemn, without smile. Grave, even, as he scratches the sleeping kitty's head. One month later he's ebullient at graduation. Here the left arm's not yet broken and he seems downright sad.

I want that apartment. I want that car. I want that furniture and that package of Cheerios on the table. I want time to stop, I want permanence, I want relationships that last with people who are steadfast.