i was going to be a writer, and he was going to be a physicist, and now we are both going to be lawyers.

i was his first girlfriend.

it is the middle of the night and i am looking through old photo albums. sometimes i let myself go like this: remember past lives, half lives expired on a shelf. listen to those songs. looking out a window, looking down a shirt. folding my origami limbs back under the covers.

goodnight.


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