"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Maybe I had too much red wine. You're starting to glow in my eyes. I can't help but smile, "You took my basket."
"Huh?"
You did. You really took my basket.
"All my life, I've been carrying this basket on my back. It's a basket filled with unnecessary stuff. All the bad kind I thought was part of who I am."
Never once did you look away. Listening to me and what my wine filled brain has to say.
"You took my basket, hand it over to me, and made me slowly throw away what is in it. One by one."
This is so easy. The way we talk. It's the most wonderful thing for me. I say what I have to and you reply, not necessarily with words, but you reply.
I don't remember a thing about the movie we just finished. I can't help but smile. I like your eyes. Those eyes have calmed a ton of shit storm in my life.
"Soon we'll throw the basket away. You don't need it. We will throw it away."













