Miss My Mark
For all the years I waited patiently for the right time to come along, I never expected to miss my mark and lose you entirely.
For all the years I waited patiently for the right time to come along, I never expected to miss my mark and lose you entirely.
Even after everything that’s happened, for entirely selfish reasons, I want to cuddle you in bed and not say a thing.
“There is a long marriage between comedy and human suffering, and mental illness, in particular, is easily played for laughs….Sometimes it is hard to shake the feeling that, all jokes aside, there really is an epidemic of human suffering in the world, the full brunt of which is being borne, for now, by only a luckless few.”
—Teju Cole, Open City
We were never even together, but I think that’s precisely the reason I’ll always be in love with you.
I regret sleeping with you, I regret wasting time wanting you for so long, and I regret being in a relationship with you. However, I do not regret those five years that we were best friends. Rewind?
Yes, I will most likely drunk text you once a week. That is what you get for pretending you don’t love me.
“I missed him. Love, I realized, is something your spine memorized. There was nothing you could do about that.”
—Lorrie Moore, Anagrams
“But lost chances are as much a part of life as chances taken, and a story cannot dwell on what might have been.”
― Paul Auster, The New York Trilogy