Essays

Dear You,

Dear You,

I was having a great day until you called.

I’d love to forever live in the last five minutes before I hear from you. A place where I can bask in the radiance of the sun, laugh with the people around me, move with ease, eternally. A place where bombs aren’t dropped, and life-changing moments aren’t dished out like parking tickets. A place where you aren’t constantly striving, reaching, over-stretching for something that you’ll never get.Β No exaggeration, this is what it’s like right before you reappear. And you WILL reappear, you’ll always call, and it’ll always be SOMETHING.

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