"You don’t go to Denny’s. You end up at Denny’s when it’s 3 in the morning and you’ve lost control of your life.” Sigh. *******. Well, it is the middle of the night, and I am sitting in a booth over a cup of coffee that tastes like regret, but why am I here? I’m sorry. I needed to get away. I needed to get away from the way your voice ticks in the back of my mind, I raise the mug to my lips and pretend that the coffee trailing down my throat is still your promise, still warm, and tinted with sugar. I needed to get away from the words you sent on my phone screen swimming back and forth across my eyes, I’ve dreamed about you so often that your smile is burned into the inside of my eyelids. I’ve made it a game to see how long I can go without blinking. because while I don’t want to see a world where you and I don’t fit together, waking up from a world where we do is so much worse.