excerpt from a story I might write, #1

on the way to infinite, you taught me how to love myself. you made me believe my body an artist’s empty canvas and you had all your colors and brushes set. I learnt to love myself like I had vines growing from my hair and dandelions flowing in my veins. But then dandelions are weeds…

almost 110 happy days without you.

day 1: i went to bed with an empty stomach and pretended not to love you day 3: i cut all the dried flowers i had from the time we went to the public park. day 7: i read our old messages and tried to kill the monsters under my bed. day 11: i counted…