This time his two am text wasn’t of something about evolution or the places we would see for it told me that maybe we just weren’t meant to be. I weeped upon pillows you once slept on- on nights too cold and long to even remember. Everything we went through washed back to
Me even the time when I cried in your open arms as you caressed my cheek. I remembered what it felt like to be the most awake I’d been at three am still talking to you about the things we would do when we were old, about the people we would meet, and all the lakes we had not swam. There was something about you that kept me going and made me realize that it was okay to be me...