There was a period about three years ago where I cried pretty often. I wasn't sad. In fact, I was my most happy. It was almost daily over podcasts, good stories, a full moon; my heart was open. I felt it all. Then I fell in love with Sam and hardly ever cried.
Time isn't real, anyway.
It's a story that started without me, it started the day that they showed up in California in their suits and fitted blouses.