Over the phone, you said that you miss me, and closed the conversation by saying: “I love you”. Something you’re not supposed to tell me. It feels so absurd & weird, I didnt know how to respond. By the time we met again, you held my hand. I still didnt know how to react. You reached for my hands and held it tight. You drag me up to your new apt that you called: our home. Oh my.
April 20131 min read