– Friedrich Nietzsche
I remember
We made playlists.
It was my idea.
He told me he was great at making mix CDs
back in the day
so naturally I asked for one.
He agreed only if
I made one for him.
This was on my way to the airport.
I’m freaking out a little
because music is personal.
Sharing music is intimate.
What if he doesn’t like it?
But once I started,
it became fun.
I had my playlist finished by the time I landed.
Suddenly, those old songs
meant new things.
The songs from the year we made that first bet,
the bet he lost.
Although, I think in the end
we both won.
Both playlists ended with the same song.
Coincidence?
No such thing.
Modern romance.
We have a problem.
You’re sneaking into my space.
The space that I spent these last 80 days reclaiming.
But I like having you there.
I want you to be there
and that terrifies me.
Because what does that mean?
