Unseen
There was work to be done. There are responsibilities to be met. This is growing up. In that moment, on the other hand, I wished to be far away from my laptop. I wished to lay there beside her and hold her as she slept. I wished to wrap my arms around her. Simply that. But there was work to be done. Heteronormativity. Male Help-Seeking. Boring. I listened as she breathed. In. Out. Slowly. Each exhale, verging on a snore, sent shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes and retreated to the memory of a time when I believed she and I could make it. We still can. But I'm not what she's looking for. "I'm waiting for Prince Charming," she said. My heart sank low, a feeling I was used to in her presence. Could she not see me? Could she not hear my heart pleading with her to love me? A part of me believes she does. A part of me chooses to believe that she wants to catch my tears when they fall. A part of me never stopped believing that she loves me. But Rome wasn