“Don’t forget,” I say to the empty room, burying my forehead against my knees. I trace his name against the fabric of my pajamas. I chant it, over and over. Nolan. Nolan. You love him. And I think he could have loved you, too. With a little more time, I think he could have loved you forever. “Don’t forget,” I say again. “Please, please. Don’t forget.”
Brb crying. sobbing. uncontrollably.
