THE INTIMACY OF GOING TO THE STORE WITH SOMEONE IS UNDERPINNED BY IMMENSE COMMUNICATION, HUMOR, & TRUST 💀

i’m jealous of people who get to say the word “we.” what i would give not to be alone in my own syntax. two devastating letters communicating safety & support. i want so much: matching breathing. a second left hand. the car behind me to notice the silhouette of another person in the passenger seat. side profile leaned over, conversation causing tiny delays after green lights. maybe quickness is sort of really lonely. & being stopped by things as sweet, inconvenient connection. i wanna wander around costco & laugh or get mad or be told something can’t fit in my freezer by someone other than myself. to be reminded of something. another person to carry a memory with. sometimes, i wonder if people with more than one shadow realize the luck they have to overlap with another shape. it’s too sunny here to have shadeless days. i’m tired of sol possession. i love me so much i want to share her. i miss you so much i’m looking for corned beef.