I struggle with the in-between moments.
In between the ice-cold glasses of water
In between the way bodies fit together
In between the way that they suddenly become
two completely different pieces.

FWD: you didn't even have to tell me you lost feelings, I ******* felt it.

You struggle with seeing the important moments.
The day you decided that brown eyes aren't so boring
The day you introduced me to your mother
The day that we had the conversation that changed us from a perfect fit
to a square that a toddler is trying to shove into a rectangle shaped space.
Close but not quite.

FWD: I grew up, you didn't.