We went out to dinner. Simple cafe, nice lighting, good food. I had an amazing glass of wine (only one as we had strolled and I had to push the wheelchair home). We chatted. Well mostly me with him nodding But that's how it always is. Just about this and that, and who and what. And I looked around the room and thought," we look just like any other couple out for a bite on a saturday evening". Or I'd like to think so.
And I was able to not think about how it used to be or would become, and just for a little while I felt at peace and like everything would be ok... And then I pushed him into the bushes on the way home as the very generous pour on the wine had gone right to my head