10.22.06 - 4:44 p.m.

I'm on a red eye flight from Long Relationship Land. And though this may sound crazy, I'm dehydrated from crying. The ocean below looks soft and room-temperature. My tears belong to it, and now they're home. The whole warming world rattles to my solo heartbeat's tin drum, because I have room for everything. It's almost like being on vacation. A vacation from which I'll never come back.

In the delirious aftermath I produced a written unwritten letter, the first of its kind, and made a new friend called my ex-boyfriend, the first of our kind.

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i whisper hello to everything