Somewhere in between the beginning and the end,

In San Francisco we had this routine of going out to dinner every night and then walking around and coming back to our hotel. Sometimes we would take the bus and sometimes the car. And I remember feeling like if I could make you smile or laugh at least once everything would be ok. I never wanted to ask you about what would happen after we left, because I didn't want to think about being home, or you being alone or things going back to the way they were before.
Tonight Emma and I looked through my pictures and she told me about the mean teacher in her confirmation class, and I had that same feeling. She found the pictures of the magician we saw on the pier and we both couldn't remember his name...