Alexis Gavrelis

I know the anxiety that comes from the unknown. I know the bartering that goes on: begging the minute hand to move just a little bit slower. I know people will write in their own goodbye scene and it won’t always be the one we pictured.

Think of how good it was, how, in a different universe, that might’ve been it: then let it go. There will be bruises when you finally uncurl your fingers from his bicep. It’s time to let those bruises heal.