Maybe they'll matter later, when you're crying a little less. Heck, they'll probably make you cry all over again, but this time, you'll know you'll stop, but you'll throw a pillow at me anyway, then apologize profusely. You'll try to make amends by making some silly little joke and we'll both giggle.

Then we'll share a quiet cup of herb tea, you with chamomile and me with catnip, because I don't like chamomile.

You'll remember some tender, funny story, telling me quietly at first, maybe you'll show me a few old photographs. Before we know it, we'll end up laughing our silly heads off and going out for Chinese food.

I've eaten too many egg rolls lately, but I think I can stomach a few more ... Baski