Lunch (heart)Break

Today I grabbed lunch and drove to the park to sit under a tree, listen to This American Life, and enjoy the fact that 89 degrees feels deliciously cool to my skin after days of 100 plus.  There is an odd little club of like minded people who sit eating in their cars, or who bring chairs to place in the tiny areas of grass.  I was under my tree and heard a really great laugh from behind me.  A couple was sitting at a picnic table talking and were very much in love.  Their legs were intertwined and they both looked so happy.  I wonder if we would have had lunches at this park if you had moved here and we worked together?  Taking our lunch breaks at the same time to go sit at a picnic table, make jokes, and steal kisses.  You would tell me I had so many cutes and I would trace the cowlick at the front of your forehead.  I don't miss you everyday anymore, but when I do it's more palpable.  It physically hurts to miss you today.