We were fighting.
My mom came to visit to pick up the pieces of me left on the floor.
We both cried as you dropped off laundry I left at your house.
Mom and I went up to north Florida to visit seminaries hoping to move in a few months.
We barely spoke.
Mom dropped me off at the CVS parking lot because she refused to see you.
You tried to take my hand.
She texted me every five minutes to make sure I was okay.
I fell into your arms on your over-sized couch.
My mom reminded me of all the reasons not to love you.
I forgave you.
She asked what time I would be back.
We realized we could never, ever be apart again.