AOAC

“I remember every metaphor I used for you. It’s beautiful how quickly I ran out. It was just so difficult to describe a forest at the bottom of an ocean on fire. You were soft, I was quiet. I remember every park bench, every broken sidewalk, every open sky. It was so whole. I remember breathing, and the lovely amount of effort it required. I hope you do too. They say writers remember the important things; I say they are liars. I remember you wore a purple flannel the first time I saw you, even though it isn’t your favorite colour. I remember that you take your coffee black, and your tea with plenty of honey. I remember the way your eyes changed colour based on the weather, and the way you looked at the sky, like it was endless. You were endless. I remember everything you taught me. They say writers remember the important things; I remember you.”

“If someday the moon calls you by your name don’t be surprised, Because every night I tell her about you.”

“I missed you even when I was with you. That’s been my problem. I miss what I already have, and I surround myself with things that are missing.”

“You kiss me with your mouth wide open like you’re not afraid of swallowing poison. I taste the good and bad in you and want them both. We call this bravery.”

“No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.”

“I burned so long so quiet you must have wondered if I loved you back. I did, I did, I do.”

“In the burned house I am eating breakfast. You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast, yet here I am.”

“Life becomes easier when you learn to accept an apology you never got.”