When We Were Magic

by Sarah Gailey

I wait. I want to see what someone else says before I hit send. I wouldn’t want my response to interrupt someone else’s thought. I wonder sometimes if everyone else thinks this way too—if they’re also always trying to make sure that they’re not taking up too much space.

People care about you, you know? You can hurt them just by forgetting that.”

“No. I’m freaked out and I didn’t sleep last night because I didn’t want to remember my dreams all day.

But I don’t know if she’d be happy to do it. Maybe it would just be annoying to listen to me complain. I don’t know if it would burden her—or any of my friends—to hear about my insecurities, my worries. Aren’t I already asking enough of them all?