It’s 10:52 PM on a Saturday night and an old man is sitting all alone at Starbucks and it’s breaking my heart.
But then again, it’s 10:52 PM on a Saturday night and here I sit, all alone as well.
I’m pretty okay though.
And I hope he is too.
Maybe he’s me in the future?
If so, I hope there’s someone, somewhere, who truly loves him.
this is what your mom wants for Mother’s Day (she called me last night and told me):
Love Looks Like This