Thought about the biggest part being the part that hurts, about my dad’s phone, gone forever.
Tried to let myself have the thoughts, because to deny them was to just let them take over. It sort of worked—like everything else.
I made it to Applebee’s fifteen minutes early. Davis was already there, and he hugged me in the entryway before we got seated.
A thought appeared in my mind undeniable as the sun in a clear sky: He’s going to want to put his bacteria in your mouth.
“Hi,” I said. “I missed you,” he said. After the nervous-making car trip, my brain was revving up.
I told myself that having a thought was not dangerous, that thoughts aren’t actions, that thoughts are just thoughts.
Dr. Karen Singh liked to say that an unwanted thought was like a car driving past you when you’re standing on the side of the road,
and I told myself I didn’t have to get into that car, that my moment of choice was not whether to have the thought,
but whether to be carried away by it. And then I got in the car.
I sat down in the booth and instead of sitting across from me, he sat next to me, his hip against mine.
“I talked to your mom a few times,” he said. “I think she’s coming around to me.”
Who cares if he wants his bacteria in my mouth? Kissing is nice. Kissing feels good. I want to kiss him.
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