I remember laying in the bed together. Watching how -- when your eyes were closed -- your eyelashes touched the tippy-tops of your cheeks. What a trip. I remember knowing. Rubbing your lower back while I laid on my belly. I remember. Closing my eyes and taking a deep, deep breath in. Because I knew deep, deep down that it was ending. My sugary sweet soda was fizzing out. I remember. I remember knowing we were done. Your little black hairs scattered all over my white sheets. Yikes.

Everyone reserves the right to feel. No matter what that feeling may be.

To everything that is infinite. To everything that is yes.