I woke up and you were gone. No, not from my bed sheets, sweat-soaked and crinkled under the combined heat of our bodies. There you always stayed. But from my camera roll, my text messages, from my walls and drawers and email inbox. I cleared you out of every inch of my life, and I packed up what was left (four handwritten cards, each one more cryptic than the next, a polaroid photo — from a night where we look happy but I know ended in tears) into a neat thin black box I slide into the back corner of my desk. I erased you, I had to do it. I had to delete all our photos and all our messages, I had to remove your number from my phone.
Amazing as always. REAL!!!
Thank you for being so raw and open. I loved this.