Dear Max,
it's raining and the skies are getting darker earlier and the weather is cold but I still refuse to wear a sweater because maybe I like feeling numb.
You laughed when I told you that it's days like these that I get sad. I got upset and you realized I wasn't joking.
you apologized and that's something you never do and I don't even know if you meant but that's okay. Then you hugged me and it felt like the best thing ever. My cheek pressed against your chest and you resting your chin on the top of my head and nothing else didn't seem to matter.
but you had to leave and I had to leave because that's how life is.
everything leaves.
