I’d love to be quarantined with him. I used to dream about what a day like today would be like. I don’t dream that so vividly anymore. It burns less bright. Still there. But fading.
I downloaded an app today. Swiping is weird. I wonder if it’s possible for me to find a connection through an app. I know it’s not impossible. I miss whatever that was. Whatever we had. I wonder if I’ll swipe across him. I wouldn’t hate that.
Yea he’s still there. In the quiet moments of my day. Early mornings. In the solitary moments of my week. Sunday afternoon. I miss how easy it was. It was real. And now it’s gone. So here I am swiping in quarantine.