Ask for butter on the popcorn.
Choose the middle seats.
Grab your favorite candy.
They’re playing the movie of you and me,
and who we used to be.
When they roll the credits,
I will finally see:
we’re through the thick of it,
past the messy middle,
and at the very end of we.
We’ll throw out the trash.
We’ll say our goodbyes.
We’ll get into separate cars.
Wave one last time as we drive by.
-S.
Excerpt from a letter that now almost seems like it was written in a past life.
I’ll miss your stories. I’ll miss fighting with you.
I’ll miss your deep voice. I’ll miss knowing you.
I’ll miss hearing your smile through the phone. I’ll miss you calling me on your lunch break.
I’ll miss falling asleep to your text messages. I’ll miss waking up to your text messages.
I will miss everything so fucking much.
God, it’s really over.
My heart is so heavy.
It is so so tired.
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 