i wanted to go to music festivals with you and lie on the ground when we’re too exhausted, and you could lie in my lap and i’d play with your hair and fingers and you’d fall asleep listening to rad music
And then she told herself, “Stop being so weak. Grow up and get over it.” and then she never felt anything again.
Two people can sleep in the same bed and still be alone when they close their eyes.
How do we forgive ourselves for all
of the things we did not become?