By: Laura K.
I was remembering you yesterday, thinking you were lonely. Only with him because of the kids. You were stuck out there, quietly miserable. So I decided to remember you at twenty-one, in that polka-dot dress, giving me that smile like a dare.
And then I went and looked. There you were, in that dress, just last month.
You still looked terrific. You looked…happy.
And maybe he wasn’t perfect, but you loved him.
Maybe you liked Iowa…and motherhood.
Maybe that smile didn’t mean what I thought it did, even back then.
Maybe I should get the hell off Facebook.