Rose would have given anything to have it all to be over; for things to go back to when everything made sense and she wasn't so sad anymore. "It's easier to believe that on some days than it is on others."
Nodding, she told him that she still wasn't sleeping the way she used to. "I still want to see his face in the morning; feel his arms around me." Up until her talk with him on Friday, the hope that it would happen soon kept her going. Now she wasn't so sure.
"We spoke briefly last Friday," she replied, glancing down at her plate. "It didn't go well."