The world is silent today.
For perhaps an hour, I didn’t even hear
a single car on the street outside my apartment.
Grief is a stormcloud behind my temple, fogging my thoughts and dripping condensation until the skin beneath my eyes feels heavy and swollen with unshed tears. I drift through the day, completing tasks that require minimum mental capacity as time skips, stutters, stumbles around me. An hour passes in an instant; the next never ends.
Read MoreI can still feel the perfect circle of his lips against mine, a millisecond of contact stretched across years of memory for the simple confession it held: I like you. I had no time to respond before the kiss ended — could not have responded had I wished. I was frozen in the shock of realizing that unannounced, my first kiss had come and gone.
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