Few things in this world can’t be made better by the healing powers of a grilled cheese sandwich on a cold & rainy day. I am convinced that if you add tomato, literally anything is possible.

Because here I am at her kitchen sink, washing plastic dishes in hot water because it’s something that she doesn’t like to do. I listen to her ramble on about a future with the love of her life. We laugh until we can’t breathe over things we won’t remember, later on.

And then I drive home through rainy darkness, listening to an Eric Clapton song on FM radio.

I remember something he said to me, once. We were at a party, and I was standing in the kitchen doing dishes. I told him that one day I would like to teach, and he said:

“I can see you doing that. You would be a good teacher. You know how I can tell you would make a good teacher? Because you’re at somebody else’s apartment, and it is 2 o’clock in the morning, and you are standing there doing the dishes. Nobody asked you to do that.”

Sitting next to him in class, months later, I hand him a fidget cube because I suspect that he might need one.

“Hatred is foolish.”

There’s so little time.