he told me his sister tried to die, and i sat there, silent, holding my own secret like a stone in my throat, wishing i could tell him but terrified he’d hate me for it.
you know, we never meant for taylor swift’s “daylight” to become our song, but it did. first, it was your golden brown eyes, then every lyric felt like us. i guess it’s not ours anymore— now, it’s yours and hers. but i can’t help thinking, we had it first.