I saw him from the bus window, and even though I only got on two stops before, and even though I needed to get off at least 20 stops later, I made the driver open the doors so I could start walking towards him. It felt like coming home: he hasn’t changed, despite all my theories of how he has. He looks the same- still 18, he felt the same to hug, and we instantly had the same rapport. I can’t put my finger on it, but something in me is still his. I know it’ll never happen, and I know he doesn’t belong to me any more, but I hope something of him is still mine. He seemed genuinely happy to see me, even if we both know we won’t meet up for a drink again soon, like we both said we would.
When did I isolate all my friends? I hate that this is all: work eat sleep. I adore everything I work for but am still craving.
Made all the better by the fact that I know you are just as nervous about this as I am.