We Can't Keep Meeting Like This

by Rachel Lynn Solomon

sun on the verge of setting, his body heat is more than enough to keep me warm.

“We can’t keep meeting like this.”

“I don’t care about everyone.”

Phoebe Bridgers,

I am

speechless in Seattle.

I fight the urge to hurl myself out of the car Lady Bird style.

Maybe what I’ve been most scared of is really wanting the kind of love I’ve been around all my life and not receiving it in return.

“When you’re in love, whether that love is platonic or romantic, you get to

be the fullest version of yourself, uncertainties and mistakes and all. You get to be that version of yourself—because it’s a privilege, really, to open up that much, even when it’s challenging. And it is going to be challenging sometimes, especially if you’re not used to being your whole self. Especially if your whole self is something of a mystery, even to you.”

may you always have that top-of-the-Empire-State-Building kind of love.

Go climb that Empire State Building!”

I want to pluck the sound from the air and tuck it next to my heart.

“You make it grand.”