subject line: he is just a season.



He is a part-time, fleeting glimpse of an alternate reality.

A painful reminder of what happens when your life is lived just a little too late, just a few years out of sync.

I’m sorry I didn’t arrive sooner. I’ll admit to being late for the love of my life.

But I also want you to admit to your part in this. I’ve dreamt you saying these words: What kind of a coward was I to marry her and not wait for you to show up?