april

There we are, spending time with his friends at some humdrum house party. Only it's not just any house, for whatever reason we are temporary tenants of this obscure apartment. We start fighting, as we so often do. Malicious words are thrown at each other, the kind of things you immediately regret saying... the things that you know will get under someone's skin and fill them with such rage that boundaries and respect become absent. With tears chasing each other down my face, I lock myself in a room and frantically heave all of my belongings into a Herschel duffel. I can hear his friends taunting me, as if we had been complete strangers to each other all along. I can hear him barking on the other side of the door, and as I'm trying to catch my breath from sobbing so hard, all I can think about it is how I'm going to get out of here. 

I forget how real dreams can seem.