(I literally cannot stop reading this tumblr)
Thursday, February 25
49.
Open the screen door slowly so it doesn’t make a noise. Take one last look before slipping into the night. Count backwards from one hundred and see what will need to be remembered. One hundred. Blue potted plants by the window. Ninety nine. Her lashes throwing shadows on her pretty mouth. Ninety eight. Red and dandelion-green scarves hanging from the coat rack. Ninety seven. Traffic light through the window reflected on the ceiling. Ninety six. Photograph clipped to the bedside lamp. Ninety five. Half-full glasses of water on the mantle. Ninety four. The way her back feels against your chest. Ninety three. Swallow air and keep it swallowed and before exhaling save the time it will take to remember the other ninety two things and just leave it all behind forget the rest lose those things shut the screen door silently.
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