If the rain had stopped, I think I’d have gone for a walk. Maybe to the beach. Maybe to Mcdonalds. But the rain drizzled all day.
If you had said yes, I think I would have stayed. At least another week. Maybe a month. And maybe we would have gone for a walk. Maybe your hand would have found its way into mine. But you didn’t see us like I did.
If I hadn’t bought a case of High Life, I don’t think I’d be writing this. Maybe I would have gone for a walk, or at least a drive. Maybe I would have gone by your old apartment. But I was thirsty, and now a drive would be a bad decision.
I suppose the beer wasn’t such a poor choice.