Heart the Lover

by Lily King

I am so in love with him it is hard to take a full breath, I write in the journal. His absence feels like losing a lung.

‘Isn’t love a form of hope?’ I said. ‘No. Love is crushing. Love is something you let yourself feel at your own peril, despite your better sense.’

But standing here in line, with all these good people working to help others get better, it feels okay to me to have this moment and nothing else. It feels vast, open, beautiful. Only this right here right now. I feel happy. I have told him.