Unsent Letters • 05.19.2019

I have this memory of you, in the dark with your head on my chest at 2 in the morning.. the weight of your head.. the warmth of your tears.. that feeling of insecurity with regard to where we stood, both in life and in line.. In nine years I can’t remember seeing you so vulnerable; not one time. It was only a moment, but I think if I could go back I’d react differently now than i did then. I miss you so much.. 😔