|He stayed with us for two miles, commenting every ten minutes on how fast we walked.|
I mean, come on? How dedicated can a guy be? I hope whatever they're doing now is pleasant and free of stress.
So good, I loved the recount of this encounter. I feel bad for Daryl, but he's got such a good spirit! Despite his troubles he's just worried about his love. 🥹
Honestly my favorite kind of story~ nothing happens, and everything happens. Lost phone, borrowed trust, accidental friendship, logistics masquerading as fate. Softly funny, deeply human, and the Durango sleepover absolutely sent me.
I love this!! It's the little interactions that make everything worthwhile for me!
|He stayed with us for two miles, commenting every ten minutes on how fast we walked.|
I mean, come on? How dedicated can a guy be? I hope whatever they're doing now is pleasant and free of stress.
So good, I loved the recount of this encounter. I feel bad for Daryl, but he's got such a good spirit! Despite his troubles he's just worried about his love. 🥹
“That was how the morning changed shape.”
Honestly my favorite kind of story~ nothing happens, and everything happens. Lost phone, borrowed trust, accidental friendship, logistics masquerading as fate. Softly funny, deeply human, and the Durango sleepover absolutely sent me.
I love these kinds of encounters when I travel.
Peachtree was not happy with me and I’m like you don’t understand, I HAVE TO WRITE ABOUT IT.