there are millions of eyes colored like yours, i’m sure, but i know that none of them have ever done what yours do to me.

i stutter step in time to this song we are imagining. your eyes flutter as you laugh and stand and meet me. we dance and i could die.

i sing “skinny love” as we eat our fries and drink our shakes and you shake your head. i think i see a smile and i am so content.

I look at you and you look at me. I think of catholic school and mass and I think for the first time, I understand why people pray.

when the ground is racing toward you at your terminal velocity, what will you remember?

how many miles you are from home?

the number of syllables in her name?

the slightly higher side of her smile?

how much you miss your dad?

that the last word you spoke out loud was “me?”

the touch of a hand resting on your arm?

the package due to arrive later this week?

how you felt when she laughed and said “of course?”

or that as unhappy as you were, as terrible as things were, as down as you got, none of it should have meant this.

my god this is a terrible tumblr.