I think back to that morning and I see you in your orange tiger T-shirt with your hair a mess, and your mind still half asleep. The warmth in your sheets reminds me of something familiar, as if I was always meant to wake up in that space next to you.
I spent the day creating memories of my own in your home. I listened as your Father shared stories with me of how he found his true love and how he built his life from the ground up. I am not sure I ever told you this, but he told me that he believed I was good for you. If only he knew that my love was rooted far beneath the surface of friendship.
We are sitting on your bed, there is distance between us and the silence is suffocating me. I am holding my knees to my chest. My body is shaking; you are quiet. I ask you if you still love me, and you tell me that you are not sure that you ever did.
so much more
than just to the moon