Pen Pal

by J.T. Geissinger

How naïve we are when we’re young. How easily we trust that the sun will keep rising and setting, warming our days. And what a terrible blow it is to discover it isn’t the sun that makes things bright, but the people who love us, so that when they’re gone, everything is plunged into darkness.

“I’m only amazing when I’m with you. The rest of the time, I’m nobody.”

“I never lost you. Who do you think has been ringing the doorbell this whole time?”