it was my
silent prayer that she might
hear me. i imagined she walks outside in her
nightshirt and, "
you're still here?"
"oh... i was..."
"
banging your head against the wall?"
"...the pain, retributes the thoughts."
"
what the fuck are you saying?!"
"i love you."
on nights when i was feeling extra confident, i imagined she stays and talks about why it would never work.