the boy who left without
technically leaving. he is the “what if” that still lives rent-free in your head. he is the boy who lives in songs you skip because they hit too close and a city you can’t think about without swallowing hard. he made the version of you that was softer, braver, more reckless.
sometimes i think we’re still happening somewhere kinder than here. i miss you in ways i don’t admit out loud. i still save things i want to tell you. we swore we’d be everthine, evermine, everours, like love was a spell strong enough to keep us from becoming strangers.
he was the one i loved
without hesitation. without strategy. without an exit plan. it’s been years, and I no longer reach for him; but sometimes, when
everything is still, I feel the shape of his absence like something that was meant to stay, like part of me is paused, still living in the time we almost had.