sometimes, i put my fingers to my neck to feel my pulse. usually it’s late at night, when no one else is around and its just me and the sound of your voice ringing through my head and bringing tears to my eyes for no reason because i’m supposed to be past you. i put my fingers to my neck and i feel my life beat below them, fast and thready like the way my thoughts race. when i do that, that unthinking check to just make sure i’m still alive, i remember the way it used to be, you know. the late nights with my […]