I Hope This Doesn’t Find You

by Ann Liang

And I cave in. I hate surrendering, but maybe it’s different when you’re both surrendering to the same thing, because this doesn’t feel awful.

And I have to wonder when things changed. Or if it’s been like this for years, but I was buried too deep in my own guilt to look up and see for myself that everything is really, truly fine.

I want you to hold me like a grudge, keep me like a promise, haunt me like a ghost.

For ten years I thought I was preparing to destroy you, when really I was preparing to love you.