#softboy chronicles

it’s weird, dating someone who’s part myth.

you start to forget where the mask ends.

like—

is he quiet because he’s thinking?

or because he’s tracking a crime syndicate across three time zones?

sometimes he disappears mid-sentence.

sometimes he texts me back like

“sorry, got shot. you up?”

i keep an extra phone charger at his place.

he keeps a bandage kit under my sink.

we don’t talk about it.

last week i found a feather in his hoodie pocket.

he swears it’s from a pigeon.

(it wasn’t.)

anyway.

i’m making dinner tomorrow.

spaghetti and the illusion of control.

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