You Have a Match

by Emma Lord

If you learn to capture a feeling, he told me, it’ll always be louder than words.

Words always fell short. Made the feeling cheap. Some things, I think, there weren’t supposed to be words for at all.

I was prepared to lose him, maybe. But I wasn’t prepared for what happens after the losing.

knowing that no view I can capture will ever compare to this feeling—seeing it through my eyes while seeing it through his, letting us both bleed into a world where those two things can be the same.

We’re both trying to catch up to people who seem like they’re already gone.