Then and Now

Four years ago, I never imagined myself going to church with you, holding a single stem of white rose and asking God if this is it. I never imagined myself sharing a box of fries with you, our sob stories spilling out of our mouths. I never imagined you walking me home, bidding each other goodbye and wanting it to last longer. I never imagined my friends feeling happy for me, finally, that someone wanted to make me whole again.

Four years ago, you were just someone I occasionally saw along the halls; you weren't even mine and I never thought of the possibilities. Now, I crave for your words - your beautifully spun words - and I imagine it would be hard to live without you this year and all the years to come.

Photo by Annie Spratt