Sometimes I think we met at the wrong time, but is life ever this simple? If I met you tomorrow, if I ran into you these days, I honestly would be at a loss for words. “I miss you” wouldn’t be enough, “I shouldn’t have let you leave” would be too much, close enough to the truth but still half a lie. What exactly do you say to someone you haven’t reached out to in three years because you were scared? Because that feeling of vertigo hit you square in the chest whenever you let yourself think about what could have happened, what would have happened if you hadn’t said goodbye, if you’d only held on a little longer. How can someone be as familiar as your own shadow, yet as strange as a blurred face in the crowd you see in passing? What would you say if I told you that if I could change one thing in the world it’d be this: swallow my pride and ask you to stay. But is it what you’d want to hear? If I was strong enough to pluck up the courage to say it, would you care? Would you even listen?
- stay stay stay / n.j.
photo: Simon Lefebvre