Found in the margins.
He tweeted "2009".
I don't know, I'm overthinking. Again.
That's the kind of song you play when something's ended. When you're tired.
When you miss something you're not even sure was ever real.
And I hate how much I understand.
I saw it.
I read the lyrics again.
And it hit me like a wave:
You're sad?
You?
You were the one who left me on read.
You were the one who watched me unravel in silence.
You were the one who joked with every other girl while I waited.
I should be the one tweeting sad songs.
I am the one who cried on the bus.
I am the one who replayed your voice saying "pretty" like it was poetry.
I am the one who counted days. Hours. Silences.
But sure. Go ahead. Be sad.
—
I almost texted you today.
Almost.
Just to say:
"Did you mean any of it?"
But then I stopped myself.
Because if I have to ask...
I already know the answer.