There are two spots on the road to work through which I cannot walk without thinking of you. When I get to them, I always look down, or else I pretend it’s nothing, I joke at myself for being unable to be normal. But really my soul fills up with gratitude for the moments in which you were so tangible and real, in which you broke in and taught me stuff.
When things are complex, the world hurts and I haven’t heard from you in eons, I walk through those spots quickly for I could cry. Your promise, which I thought I grasped, is nowhere to be found. Yet I can only cry because I know you’ll catch me. It takes trust to mourn. I wish I dared to say that I love you.
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