So you tell me youāve been having a shit few weeksā and man, I just feel like shit.
And I think, god, if only we could go back to before. To when everything was easyā to when I didnāt know how much I cared.
I remember you in shades of laughter drunken giggles, raucous howls that dissolve into breathless gasps, and even that time we ended a fight because we couldnāt stop laugh-crying in an elevatorā right before we closed the doors on everyone else.
I was fearless, then.
And now sometimes I canāt breathe.











