Me: Happy National Puppy Day, Ducky!

Ducky: Happy National Daddy Day, Daddy!

Me: That’s not how that works.

Ducky: As long as we both get treats, what does it matter?

Me: Who said anything about treats?

Ducky: No treats?

Me: None planned.



Ducky: So this is more of an “observed” holiday than a “celebrated” one?

Me: I guess.

Ducky: Are dog banks closed on National Puppy Day? 

Me: Dog banks don’t exist.



Ducky: Then how are we going to get my food out of my safety deposit box?


Ducky: …

Me: You mean, “How are we going to get your food out of the bin in the kitchen?”

Ducky: Whatever you want to call it. That’s between you and the teller.

Me: I love you, Ducky. Happy Puppy Day.


Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.