“I still like you. I don’t want you gone.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I don’t want to see you hurt. I want to see you feeling great…”
“Life just constantly feels like shit.”


12. 12/10/16

The Corner Bar in Cumberland Wisconsin has a Little Tikes playground planted next to the front door.

Their WiFi password is their phone number.

There’s a Mrs. Pacman machine in the back.

As Trent races across the desolate street I can feel the road salt coating my shoes.

Noah walks beside me

Zachary’s family is already re-arranging the tables into a long line.

Everyone knows not to come to the Corner Bar on Fridays after 8, that's when the church people show up.

“I’ve got your jacket.”

The noisy fishing game is running through it’s tutorial as I slip two coins to Mrs. Pacman.

They unplug the machine every night, so Noah sets the high score on a weekly basis.


Pizzas and trays of fried food begin to arrive.

Trent eats the meat off my pizza.

The pastor sits across from me.

“So, Noah, when are you and…”


“Yes, Grace, when are you and Grace getting married?”

We laugh nervously.

“Grace is just a friend.”

Though I know it’s true, it hurts to hear.


My friends assure me that he likes me.

They tell me the longer I wait to tell him, the more time I’m missing out on spending with him.

But I know that my feelings won’t change his.


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