Dash

by Shantel Tessier

“I fell in love with him because of the way he made me feel. Not my feelings toward him, but my feelings toward myself. I lit up when he walked into a room. I had a smile on my face that wouldn’t go away. My skin would tingle whenever he would look at me.” Her eyes drop to the cut on my lip, and I lick it nervously. Her eyes meet mine once again, and she continues. “I loved myself first. I fell in love with the person who I was when he was around. And in loving myself, I fell in love with him.”

I smile down at her. “I don’t know. But I’ll spend the rest of my life drying your tears.”

Dash taught me that you’re never guaranteed tomorrow. And yesterday is never enough.