You’re still here.

I felt this was important to tell you. You’re still here and have a heartbeat and breath in your lungs. The world is not a kind place. People are not going to play nice. There are going to be too many goodbyes. And somehow we’re still expected to play it off like we’re okay and…

The monsters turned out to be just trees.

For a moment I let myself stare at his name, bolded in black font, unopened on my lock screen. Just sitting there, like nothing had changed.┬áLike we’d never stopped talking, like there had never been a year of radio silence between us. I opened it and read it and immediately laughed. Gut-deep laughed. One thing…