There are days when you are all that exists in the world.

You are saying into my hair, simply, "You are the best girl; you are my favorite girl." My eyes are closed, and your arms are tight and warm around my waist.

I think of the girls who came before me and it is inconceivable to me--incomprehensible--that they let you go.

I will pack all of your things into a box, quietly, one night alone in my room. I will pause over things that were never yours, that you bought for me on whims, and things we bought together, and I will look at them blankly, not knowing who they belong to now; not knowing what they mean. I will press your shirts to my face, vainly seeking the ( Read more... )

She's taken to calling her dad every other day, sometimes more often ( Read more... )

In our simpler life, I fall asleep with you every night and wake up with you every morning. We rise at the same time, eat the same breakfast, and take the same train. I get off two stops before you, and I kiss you goodbye with my body half out the door. I think about you at lunch, wondering what we'll do for dinner. I meet you at the stop in ( Read more... )

There are a lot of things that don't bother her ( Read more... )