She’s beautiful, the most beautiful person I’ve ever known, and she has no idea.
I look at her and I can’t imagine ever wanting anything more.
Every year at this time, I have to catch myself.
The days get shorter, the wind grows teeth and draws a grey coat around the world.
I can see it happen. I can watch insomnia and illness bleed me dry. I don’t think I have what it takes. I don’t think I can do what I need to.
Even with her beside me, I don’t know how I’m going to make it through, this time.