are you going to disappear someday?
Moss, You're still here, but my brain is already preparing for the part where you're not. I hate that about me. I hate that every time something feels good, I start looking for the exit sign. It's not that I don't trust you. It's just that I've watched too many people fade in slow motion. First they answer slower. Then they cancel more often. Then they stop sharing the little things.. like what they had for breakfast or that dumb meme they laughed at, or how their boss mispronounced "cinnamon." And before I even realize it, they've disappeared. Like they were never really mine to begin with. I keep trying to tell myself you're different. You feel different. But you also feel fragile. Like I have to hold you in both hands and breathe carefully so you won't slip. You once said, "I'm not going anywhere." And I nodded. But I didn't believe you. Not because you're a liar. But because I've learned that "not going a...