You’re in love with two people who aren’t
really there.
One left and so you made him your ghost. You
still talk to him after all this time. You know it’s not really him. Who
cares who he is now? Who cares who you thought he was then? He cheers you on from the sidelines, he watches you quietly. He’s proud of who you’ve become, he tells you that all the time. He's why you've become who you've become.
The other man you love is
close to coming for you. You know that he loves you. You think
that you love him, too. You thought so the second you met him. But it’s almost
been a year since that moment, so what’s taking him so long? He’s scared, you think. That’s okay, you tell yourself. I
understand being scared. You
feel the inevitability of him, like seasons changing. You remember how his hand held yours the last time you slept in his bed.
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