So Happy Together

by Olivia Worley

But here I am, falling too fast and too hard for a delusion, a hazy outline of a man that I filled with details of my own making.

if something’s going to work, it’s because we decide that it will. If something fails, it’s because we let it.

I missed him—missed

missed him the way a moth misses a flame, circling its artificial sun and dreaming of one more second in its warmth, the sweetness of the burn.

“Why?” he explodes. “You won’t believe me anyway.