I didn't know how to let you go.
It's a myth that boys don't like to gossip.
Nothing about you, my dear, has ever been lost on me.
Do you miss her? I blinked. Did I what? This was my best friend since preschool we were talking about, the girl whose snack and math homework I’d shared since before I had memorized my own phone number, who’d buried her cold, annoying little feet...
A future as lonely as the surface of the moon and still just the sight of him feels like a homecoming, like a song I used to know but forgot.
Wait, I almost shouted, but didn’t, and that would be my burden to bear. Instead, I stood on the curb and I watched him disappear, lights fading in the distance like waking up from a dream.
