A Taste Of Something Better
I don’t know exactly when I knew something wasn’t right. From the beginning it felt like something was missing. Maybe I was expecting too much. Maybe all of those years of living in the South had spoiled me. But I thought it would get better. I thought I would stick it out, be a man, and after some time had passed, maybe after fresh start, it would just be … well … better. But I was wrong. Even after I had taken all I could take and she refilled my cup, the sweet tea still wasn’t sweet enough.