On rooftops beneath the stars with pain etched in our ribs from laughter, I knew the best way to fall was in love with strangers. I always thought it meant much more not to say, but rather feel. Amidst your drunken rambles about wanting and needing you failed to realize that time you woke the moon, but never took the time to enjoy it. As you were breaking, I started sinking in fear and let words fall from my mouth so quickly I was already apologizing before I let them hang in the air. Your heart was filled with unhappiness  as my mind swelled with disappointment. I looked in the eyes of the twinkling stars above me and I felt something wrap itself around me and I could tell you did too. I’m sorry that I never knew  the right things to say, but when I wiped your warm tears from your dark, hungry eyes, goddamn… I felt it all and I can still feel it.

*Note: I always talk about how I remember things: sad, beautiful, quite, delicate, and sometimes even rough. I am always remembering the little things; the things that I have lost, things that I have saved, first times, and last times.  Recently I have been waiting for moments to happen, living in the moment, and reminding myself that everything is now and I can only start moving forward.