Re/Start 07

I swallowed my tears in the supermarket. It’s “Taco Friday,” a Norwegian tradition we adopted when we moved to Denmark. Every time I put a new ingredient in my basket, I could see Her face, taking a big bite off a taco.And Her smile. And that warm feeling in my chest, now getting cold and bitter. I’m making those fucking tacos for someone else today. There won’t be any warmth nor smiles. Just another Friday. Just more tears to swallow.

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