Last 3 letters of the spring

I want to get a dog and name it Bill

Yes, I watched that movie

No, we don’t have to talk about the future Right Now

Of course, I am ALSO scared

And yes, I am sure

It doesn’t matter anymore—time did heal us <both>

The guy? kinda gay. He brought me back to life, but yk as friends ofc

You said you were happy—I tried not to overthink

New York sounds nice

I don’t wanna know if you’re fucking someone else <you asked>

I don’t remember how you taste

I can’t even see your face, yk, when I close my eyes 

yk, when he’s there, inside

I want him always—stroking out, looking straight into my soul 

crashing down, but yk, as friends ofc

So, how’s New York? The soul—still missing? or perhaps…stayed with me in the

before

It was all in my head, ofc I understand—you need time…more?

Take as much as you want <I’ll wait>

Not jealous, no

They aren’t me, I know 

Laughing at your jokes, aren’t they? It must be just your wallet or stupid silly style

None of it? the look on your face, my nightmares, the midnight texts, it wasn’t yours to give away, just saying <you’re being invasive>

I might have been afraid—in the end It’s nobody’s fault

Just some mutually transactional loss

<I’ll see you around> ofc, but

I’m moving away, very, very far away, for good this time

What’s wrong? Oh, I see <We’ll figure it out>

No, I am not going to act on it <I know, I know, it was a joke, but…>

There is no right way to grieve

<sometimes I don’t want to be here> I just need some sleep, I think

I can’t read your mind, you’ll have to say it

I am <not the one> but I have enough for two

<It’s not just fear> you’re right

My friend? just someone passing by, nothing like that—kisses soft, his arms honeyed

simultaneously dying a little death unknown to others, but yk as friends ofc

How’s New York? My hand soothing yours—it’s gonna be alright

<I am still here> but

I am busy this week

I am busy next month

Right now? Sorry, can’t tonight

Your birthday? right…I forgot

If you want to do it, you should

<I stand behind my decision> to leave?

I’ve done some pretty dumb shit

There is no right way to grieve

Tomorrow works fine

I don’t want to talk—I have nothing to say

How’s New York? < raining here, cold>

Prague’s ok, crowded

I didn’t get you anything

Friday? Next? 

Go, if you want. I’ll move on.