You came to me at a time in my life when I needed you. I needed a distraction. I needed something to convince me that this world isn’t so shitty and there is still some good left. You were persistent. You were sweet. You were nice. You were gentle. You were everything I always said I didn’t need. You told me I was beautiful and cool. You talked about how lucky you were to have me. Since day one you made you and I “us”. It scared me at first, but you eased me into being ok with it. You eventually eased me into liking it. You talked about us in the future tense; adventures we’d go on, shows we’d go to together. You gave me no choice but to move fast. You gave me no choice but to sit back and get comfortable. We talked for hours about everything. Sometimes serious, sometimes not. We made each other laugh. We held each other when your space heater broke and your room was freezing. We stayed up all night getting high listening to music. You played me guitar as I fell asleep. So yeah, it was only a month and two weeks. And yeah, both of our feelings have now changed. But thank you. Thank you for distracting me. Thank you for giving me a good month and two weeks. Back to reality.