I remember listening to sad sappy songs, unconsciously modifying the voices to match yours, pretending it was you saying words like forever and mine. I thought that if I listened hard enough it would all become real. A thousand montages of loving and leaving, but I would have settled for a few real minutes with you. A new plane of existence where I’d say all the things I’d saved up in capsules of memory, where I could tell the truth.
It shouldn’t have been that hard, but I wanted it so much it felt like my chest would implode. I’m a sucker for the easy way out, but that wasn’t an option when it came to you because I knew that I’d always choose you. I’d always come back to you.