Talk to me I’m bored. Put letters on my screen. I just wanted to be alone today but I guess that’s not happening. You asked me what my aspirations are. I told you I hadn’t thought that far in quite a while and that it didn’t really matter.

In retrospect, that hit me like a brick.
How could I lose sight of all of this?

Twenty minutes left in a Honda Civic on the outskirts of the city limits. We had nothing left to say to one another. A hundred things linger in my head, would you have believed a single thing I said? I didn’t know, so we just drove.

In my kitchen typing messages, never sending them. You were there before I knew, saved me from impact again.

We always connect on the most peculiar things. I’m sorry I forget to do almost everything. There’s visibility for 22 whole miles today. I’m wondering what you’d say, would you do more than spend the night with me?

Backtrack to before I was only 20 years old. I had absolutely no idea what the year had in store for me. I was a villain for a while. I heard it takes a village to raise a child. In this case, a dead argument; a couple voices on repeat.

There was a lot of stress surrounding. We can just leave it there.
Would I have said anything before she did?
I’d say no, no, I probably would’ve never dared.

Then at your behest I snapped out of that shit. Started feeling less and less like pitying myself and giving up, so I gave in.

I remember the second on the 21st day of December when I first looked at you differently; thought I wonder if she’d be
the kind who’d want to spend her life with me?