About Us
When I think about us, I'm reminded of stolen glances and clandestine grins. When I think about us, I'm back on your couch; trading quick banter in forbidden hallways. When I think about us, I'm embedded in the moments we spent in nature, hands covered in dirt. When I think about us, I feel your skin against mine in the dark; two souls tangled and quiet. When I think about us, I taste the salt of that crisp September morning, our last touch lingering as goodbye felt impossible. When I think about us, I still flinch at the moment you broke us from 9,000 miles away; a distance too far to touch, yet close enough to destroy everything. When I think about us, Our memory fractures like glass under pressure; sharp edges cutting into everything that once felt safe. When I think about us, All that remains is anguish; heavy, relentless, a grief that hollows me out. When I think about us, I'm consumed by a paralyzing ache that settles in my chest like a second heartbeat I can’t qu...