day 1: today i found out about the machines. sometimes i can feel your hand in mine. you used to grab it and pull, like you couldn't go as fast as you wanted to without taking me with you. war is never pretty, but you sure are. were. you were pretty. i still remember the last time i saw you.
day 2: do you remember when our names were joined together? people used to spit them out in one go, 'cause there wasn't a day either of us went somewhere without the other. they don't do that anymore. wish you were here.
day 3: i had a dream about you last night. i still can't feel my left arm. i miss you.
day 4: they're working on building machines that look and act like people. maybe i was a test drive. i still miss you.
day 5: i remembered something today (this is rare for me. if you were here i'd tell you why). you used to curve around your sketchpad, like it was a part of you. one night (june. i don't remember the year) i traced your spine and you shivered. i think about that a lot. i'm not sure why.
day 6: i miss you.
day 7: i love you.
day 8: remember our old bean plant we had growing in the windowsill? you used to fuss over it so much. (i used to fuss over you so much, too, but to be fair you're slightly more important than a bean plant. slightly.) you wasted a summer's worth of water on that **** thing, and never regretted it once.
day 9: we used to fold into each other during brooklyn winters, when the heat cut out and we had nothing but each other. now i just have nothing.
day 10: i can't get drunk now, either.
day 11: i saw my gravestone today. yours is right next to it, did you know that? they're both empty. they never found our bodies.
day 12: monochromia. that's what you had. i wonder if it went away after. you never saw colors and i saw too many.
day 13: i dreamt about you last night again. i've been remembering more. it's slow, but steady. fragments of memories every day. maybe one day i'll remember it all.
day 14: again. i think my subconscious is trying to punish me. i wish i could just forget again. maybe it would make everything easier.
day 15: again.
day 16: i haven't left my bed in twenty-one hours. this is the only way i can see you.
day 17: i wonder if you'd have married her if you hadn't died. a part of me (i'm sorry. all of me. every single ******* atom in my body) hopes you wouldn't have. it also knows that you would have. i miss you.
day 18: it's your birthday.
day 19: anachronism: a thing belonging or appropriate to a period other than that in which it exists, especially a thing that is conspicuously old-fashioned.
day 20: hello again. i missed you.