Every Last Word

by Tamara Ireland Stone

“You seem to know how to articulate your feelings and share them with other human beings. I’m afraid my gift is the exact opposite; I’m skilled at holding everything in.”

I’m staring at her, filled with a strange mix of sadness and jealousy. She had all that? I’m sad for her, but I can’t help but feel a little bit sad for myself, too. I want that. She lost it, but at least she had it.

“That one’s kind of a depressing playlist. I listen to it when I need a good cry. But don’t worry, I’m not about to off myself or anything.”

If he asks, I’ll tell him everything. The words are right there. They just need a little nudge, the tiniest bit of permission.

“But now, here you are, and somehow, in finding you, I think I’ve found myself.”

You take my mind off my mind.