Apr 22, 2020
It was how I could tell you about every detail of my stupid boring day.
It was how you seemed so fascinated by the thoughts I felt were stupid or unimportant.
It was how I could drink in your words and details of you describing everyday things, because it was like food to my mind.
You were my oasis in the desert.
You thrilled me in every sense of the word, and yet felt like home.
You were the first person I wanted to talk to about my weird little epiphanies, that now stay silent.
It's quiet now.
And I have to learn to try to be ok with that, everyday.
