Maybe was the last time? If loving you was easy, why does it hurt me? I watch you leave all the time, but this time it hurts. It’s like I...

Watching that window from my bed. The night there, it’s so beautiful. I love this room. I wake up. I walk down the stairs. It’s 7:00 am....

Illustration: Mihajlovna/Getty Images/ The Guardian I dream about her,  like I’ve met her before.  Like I know how many freckles her face...