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Can I please have another chance?

This cabin, this heart, this life feels empty without you.

Love,

Sebastian

P.S. I wrote something for you.

The words blurred as my eyes filled, and I sniffed as I slipped the letter behind the second page.

Skylar

My mind is constantly ticking

with doubts

tick did I lock the door tick did I turn off the stove tick did I check the outlets tick did I step on a crack tick did I wash my hands enough times tick did I turn off the lights tick did I walk a straight line tick did I take the right number of steps tick did I turn off the television on an even channel tick did I close the book on an even page tick did I start the car on an even minute tick

what if I didn’t

what if I didn’t

what if I didn’t

I don’t know.

But I know

you wore a gray sweater

and had a crumbling leaf in your hair

the day we had a chemistry test

before it started you turned and asked,

“Is sodium hydroxide an acid or a base?”

It was the first time you ever whispered to me.

(I liked that it was eight words.)

I don’t know why eight

is better than seven or nine or twenty-one.

I don’t know how many times I’ve told you

I love you

But I know that number is all wrong

because it isn’t enough

Your love may never silence the ticking

but I would trade silence for your laughter,