friday, it was mentioned within an hour of the start of the day, and i unintentionally ignored it until the following morning.

my only thought on saturday was, "that wasn't bad, a passing day like any other."

now two days later, out in public surrounded by routine and familiarity, it punches me in the face.



two years later: kyle, i still love you.



i'll be outside smoking in the dark, so no one can see me cry.