Grilled cheeses spring breezes a backwards and one-sided hug futon and different rooms massages and lots of movies eggs without toast over-cooked with weird cheese I love you, never used. An inconsistent understanding of eachither long frusterating walks that leave me feeling sorrow deep down in my gut you are fine the next day and I'm not. We learn from eachother.

Real laughter burritos and I love you's, a more coherent attempt at understanding roominess closeness forgiveness and a certain lightness sports and tolerance we learn from eachother? A different kind of loneliness a different kind of longing, and a different kind of guilt. Or have I only forgotten? A more mature love I know now, that we have agency like we never did before. No hope, no conclusions, I'll live fluidly this time. I'll thank myself later, when this is measurable, one way or the other.

Sunshine