I had a lunch date today and it went well… but.

I live with a lot of buts these days. Every good thing comes with a disclaimer. I know what comes after the but – I feel it lingering, clouding, hovering. I don’t want to acknowledge it because it won’t change anything, will only encourage it to stay when it’s already been here for too long.

So I’ll keep ignoring it, turning my face away from it, keep pushing the buts out of my head. Maybe one day they’ll realise they’re not welcome here anymore and leave.