Dove
Eight months.
Eight months was a long time to get to know someone. To spend nearly every single lunch break you had from Monday to Friday for nearly forty weeks was a very long time. To spend entire Saturday's with someone and memorize their face was a long time.
To understand how they laughed at different jokes. What drink they liked when you waited for him at a cafe after a very long day. The type of bread they preferred and just how they liked their steak to be.
Then came the worst part of it. I fell in love with someone I thought was Bucky Taylor. The cowboy from Houston who had a wealthy enough family and worked in horse riding anything. Who was a top manager for the Miami branch and even allowed me to come to his office.
