New One (in the making)

“I saw her today.” She looks solum at her friend, “she was right in front of me.”

“Alex.” His warning tone is evident and exasperated.

“I know. I know.”

“You cannot do this again.”

Distance

“When I lost her, I had dreams. Dozens of dreams. I was home and she was there, or she wasn’t. Sometimes it was worse when she was there because I knew that it would never be real. It would never be okay. She would take my hand, she was cautious – like she knew that I was ready to bolt at any moment.”

“Why did you feel ready to bolt?”

“…It can’t be real. If I run, I can create distance.”