I have learned that you can be too grateful for love.
She stood in front of the window across the kitchen, backlit from the glow of the streetlamp outside of her apartment window.
"Darlene," I said.
I reached into my coat pocket. I tied the shoes together and looped them over a bough as high over my head as I could reach: a high-top sneaker dyed again to a brilliant pink, and a white baby shoe laced with blue satin ribbon.