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How to Make the Most of Today

You press her memory to your heart, because your heart is made of every material except the one that sticks. Except she did stick, like honey or glue or both, she stuck to your heart that night she took off her clothes and you saw so much more than her body. And you can’t change any of it, you wouldn’t even if you could. The sun came up the morning after and for the first time in your lonely pathetic life the thought of leaving someone’s bed was insufferable to you. She lived inside your ribcage, and with every staggered breath she became you, through and through and through until she was in your blood, in your bones. Now you can’t even breathe without feeling her in ways you didn’t think existed. Did you think you’d ever find that? That you’d ever look up at the sky and feel someone else looking at it, too? Of course you didn’t, and now you aren’t just ‘you’ anymore. You are her and she is you and the sky isn’t up there anymore it’s in your chest and it’s her who put it there. So now sometimes you are a sunny day and sometimes you are rainstorms, but she brought her umbrella and it’s time to accept that she loves you whatever the weather.

Please be careful with me. Sometimes I just get sad and I don’t know why. I’m sorry.