I want to express that today is probably the craziest day I’ve ever had, ever. Woke up 7 minutes before I was supposed to leave for work, made it to work 15m early (go me!). Got a random (apparently butt text) from an ex after most of a year not speaking. Found out the surgeon that saved my life is apparently actually really freaking bad at his job and that I’m super lucky I survived being on the table under him (‘The Butcher’..?). Then, finally, to top it off, I just witnessed a car accident where the car drove over a median, got like two feet of air, blew out both front tires (they exploded) and ripped a street sign straight off the median. I can’t handle any more crazy today, I don’t think.
Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.
You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.
You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.
You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.