In Five Years

by Rebecca Serle

but when I think about that future picture, us with a child, I often come up blank.

“You mistake love. You think it has to have a future in order to matter, but it doesn’t. It’s the only thing that does not need to become at all. It matters only insofar as it exists. Here. Now. Love doesn’t require a future.”

“You’re still you, she’s still her. You still have emotions. You’ll still fight. You can try and be perfect, but it will backfire. Just keep being here, instead.”

“I love you, but I’m sick of being the person who fits in your life but not your… fuck it, your heart.”