and she wondered if they talked too much

She looked through the window
as she woke up from a dream
it was raining
she was sitting on the passenger seat
and he was driving, just like any other evening

They were talking

about him

and talking

about her

and talking

about everyone

and talking

and she wondered
if they talked too much
if they felt too little
if she felt something
if he felt anything

He dropped her in front of the house
for the last time, and she cried for the first time

At 3 am she texted him
“Are we running out of words? or out of reasons?”

It has never been read.

 

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[APLFD] To Stop Things From Flying Away

Dear Maera,

Some people asked me if I will keep writing letter to you. Of course I will. Because writing is the only way to keep someone from disappearing. Because contrary to popular belief; love won’t do. Love never stops things from flying away.

Yours,

P

[APLFD] All the Love and Hatred

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When the night came, he was beside me, sleeping already. I watched him snoring gently with his eyes closed and face tired. I watched him closely and all of his imperfect details completing mine. I thought about love and just like that, I fell asleep in love.

How could the universe handle all the love and hatred of us, human beings, Maera? I kept wondering in my dream, holding him with my flawed little hands.