When I Think of You

by Myah Ariel

“But one conversation with you left me feeling like I’d lived my whole life just sniffing air, not really breathing it. Not like you. I wanted to be like that—I wanted to be with someone like that. But I didn’t know how.”

“Don’t back off on how good you are at this by couching a completely perfect note with an I think,” he explains. “This is your wheelhouse, Kaliya. Own it.”

I jumped headfirst and tumbled my way here. And even after all those cuts and bruises, I’m still falling, wondering if maybe this time we can land together.

“I was wrong. You were never the center,” I say. “You were the gravity.”