Days like today make it harder to be single. As the soft gray sky cries its gentle tears, the day passes, quiet and soothing and dream-like. If you loved me and I loved you, I would have brought you coffee in bed and turned on some music we both like. I would have made you breakfast, eggs benedict or florentine or sardou with roasted sweet potatoes and fresh fruit or migas or chilaquiles or whatever you wished. I would have poured champagne for you or mixed you a spicy bloody mary. If you wished to go out instead, we would have gone to one of our favorite haunts and ordered the same things we always get and talked in a familiar, desultory fashion, the way two women who know each other well do. Afterwards we could have read the paper and then walked or gone to the gym. Right now we could be napping or cuddled up on the couch watching shows we recorded last week but never had time to watch, or reading, each of us with our book of choice in hand and our feet entangled, with a cat here and a cat there, wherever he or she can squeeze in, knowing that in the coming days as fall sets in, we will do all this in front of the fireplace. This evening we could have a light supper, maybe with a nice glass of wine, and watch a little mindless tv before crawling into bed, quite contented with it all.
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