The Dead Romantics

by Ashley Poston

I missed it. I missed talking about death like another step in the journey.

I began to realize that love wasn’t dead, but it wasn’t forever, either. It was something in between, a moment in time where two people existed at the exact same moment in the exact same place in the universe.

“Everything that dies never really goes. In little ways, it all stays.”

Because ghost stories were just love stories about here and then and now and when, about pockets of happiness and moments that resonated in places long after their era. They were stories that taught you that love was never a matter of time, but a matter of timing.