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.