The way I was always thinking of him—
of what he liked, what he said,
that he was alive at the same time as me.
I thought it was a miracle.
of what he liked, what he said,
that he was alive at the same time as me.
I thought it was a miracle.
I turned him into a god I wanted to please so badly—
if he had asked for my arm,
I would have chopped it off myself.
But it was worse,
because he never asked.
And even then—
I gave him my heart.
I gave him my life.
I gave him my soul.
And then he left.
