I miss him, even if every moment we shared together was a reminder that he wasn’t mine. Chasing after him across the oval, his shadow stretching out behind him, never quite close enough to touch. Standing next to him under a flickering streetlight, the moon lopsided and silver through the foliage, spilling over his midnight hair. When he was around, the world seemed safe, the kind of place that was worth everything, all the little disappointments and injustices and chips at my pride.
