Yesterday we laughed and smiled and talked for hours about everything about absolutely nothing. Yesterday we ran together, hand in hand, throwing our heads back at those who couldn't touch us. Yesterday we danced and played and watched and listened. And today? Today we scream, deaf to each others' roar. Today we push, shoving each other down, stepping on everything we can. Today we are angry, hurt because of the betrayal, fed up with trying and failing. Tomorrow? Tomorrow is blank. Tomorrow we might not be there, onto our own lives, hands incapable of reaching each other. Tomorrow we look at each other meeting eyes, divided by windows. Either we turn away, or punch through the glass, jump out of the window, and look for a different route to yesterday.
My boyfriend and I are not well. But I'm not ready to give up. Not at all. I hope he isn't either.