He’d jog out with a little smile on his face and keep me there until I’d caught him up on the parts of my day he hadn’t seen. I thought a lot about his attention when things disintegrated between us. When we were friends, and especially after we became more, I felt like the only person in the world. Like I belonged to someone. He picked up every detail of my life like he was ravenous for it. I wondered a lot, alone in our bed while he pulled another all-nighter, when he stopped being hungry for me. Now, as he stops two feet away, his gaze piercing in a way it’s been all day and not for years,
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