i. i still look inside that subway shop, hoping i’d see you there. (a part of me hoping even harder, not to see her with you.)
ii. intimacy for us was never about what lay under the clothes, but about what laid under the skin.
iii. if i knew it’d be the last time you stood outside my house asking me to kiss you— i would’ve kissed you hard.
iv. i hope she loves you as tenderly as the way your mother strokes your cheek, with an intensity and ferocity that could light cities on fire.
v. thank you for being the first person to fall for my mind, and i’m sorry to have left you for someone else who didn’t.
vi. i wonder what made you say it, to me and not anyone else.
vii. i wonder if, one day, this feeling will pass.