It’s been over a year and a half since the last time we held hands. It’s not even the handholding that I miss most though. It’s not the interrupted conversation kisses, the lovemaking, or even the Thanksgivings up in Oregon with your family. It’s the fact that I lost my best friend. That’s not me idealizing anything – that’s just the truth.
The skyline twinkled under bouncing stars and showed off its glimmer of fluorescents, LEDs, and milky street lights where souls could find solace from even the darkness within. And then I was just there – upon your doorstep, red bricks, red fire hydrants – red with the passion of so many nights past.
Mile One. What just happened? It feels a little surreal. A lot surreal, actually. I can still turn around. Get off at the next exit and make my way back to the apartment. But I’ve always been stubborn so I won’t don’t. Regret will set in a few miles later. I drive in silence. No […]