Forever, Interrupted

by Taylor Jenkins Reid

Every morning when I wake up I forget for a fraction of a second that you are gone and I reach for you. All I ever find is the cold side of the bed. My eyes settle on the picture of us in Paris, on the bedside table, and I am overjoyed that even though the time was brief I loved you and you loved me.

I had never felt so desirable, had never realized how feeling that desirable made me feel like I could do anything in the world.

We can live again. I’m not sure if we can love again, but we can live again.