The first time I hung out with her I got lost on the way to her house. I drove two hours out of the way, just to spend maybe an hour sitting in silence and watching tv with her. I brought gummy worms. We watched parks and recreation and she fought with her boyfriend on the phone. She came back inside, she made me a bed on the couch, and she went to her room. That was the first night I spent with her.
The second night I spent with her, Will killed himself. Her boyfriend was mad at her, so I brought over ice cream. They broke up, and I drove her around for hours and we listened to sad songs. She cried, I held her hand. She said she was afraid of being alone again, and hurting. So I held her tighter. The whole time I thought to myself “Someday we will be together. I will love you like he should have.” Someday came.
But someday left. The sky fell and the sun set. She walked away and never looked back. She would have seen bloody wrists and arms with tracks. I was the past, my purpose was to make her present. I hope I succeeded.
