"if ghosting were an...

... Olympic event, you'd be world champion": January sixteenth twenty twenty-four. three seventeen a.m. three small words. eight individual letters. like butterflies in your stomach, fluttering and fighting to find the exit, they escape your tantalizing lips. and they embrace me with the warmth of unconditional security. two hearts separate. they beat in unison. one one six two four three one seven. uno uno seis dos cuatro très uno siete. 1 1 6 2 4 3 1 7. 1/16/24 3:17 i etch these universal lines, squiggles, and shapes onto my heart. for it was you. it was always you. i just didn't know it then as a kid the first time our eyes had met. it was you who showed me that i AM deserving of love. Your love. OUR love. so please, Miss Anonymous, come back soon. its lonely on the moon without you. 04/28/2024 11:29am