I caught myself thinking back to this thing. This page. You guys.
It's a lot easier for me to write here. I feel like it has purpose. That what I'm writing isn't just going to end up as a a bunch of ones and zeros shoved into a folder that doesn't really exist on my laptop.
Instead it's just a bunch of ones and zeros slightly more accessible to the rest of the human population with an internet connection.
So bear with me, this wasn't really meant for the internet when I thought of it. It's for someone in particular to be read on a certain day. Feedback would be nice.
I hope they don't remember the URL to my blog.
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I watched your hands move on the keyboard.
click
click
Thump went my heart.
click
You were having a bad day. I remember it.
click
Those fingers I know moving slowly. Fluorescents shining off the rings you wore.
click
You needed it to be ok.
click
I needed it to be ok.
click
I needed you to be ok.
click
We'd run out of ideas.
Watching
click
Listening
click
Waiting
click
click
click
I've got to find something.
click
Try something different.
click
I haven't tried everything.
click
thump
.
.
.
You've stopped typing. Hands resting back where they were, but not where I want them.
Your eyes still brimming with liquid pain. Threatening to spill over at any second.
I look up.
Blinded by you and the bright screen in this dark room, I try and focus.
Make everything ok the words read.
Make everything ok.
thump
Theres no secret. No formula. No line of code. No combination of words that do that.
That's not what this is about.
I can do this. I can make it ok.
I can.
Me. Just me.
No, not just me.
Just us.
Everything is ok if we're still here.
No secret. No formula. No line of code. No combination of words is going to stop that.
Everything is ok.
And it'll always be that if we're together.
