Did I lose you in the silence after shouting? That other night. When I drank too much. Assumed too much. Deluded self importance.
If I wasn’t quite so hopeful that you might be my last, it would be hilarious. How I push you for a sign that I am. Deeply precious. More than a distant and intriguing brainwavespark in this messed-up ether. How I could ever have seen myself as some kind of guiding light for Love when I screw up so much. Time and again. How I am so dazzled and in dream. In you.
Can I unsend the email?
