“This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force. ”

—Dorothy Parker

i pray you how mighty merchant smiled

and tossed
the dead
and tell
as a sort unknown
was sooner when the sky
oh how orderly for chanticleer

i took the notice sudden musket spills

in the bee addressed us tenderly took himself for you
and whistled itself like alive become
but when i stood still
i’d rather call
who would have seen
and tossed
your own
so superfluous cold

Tossed on the Wind.

Night was upon us. Relatively still, with a light breeze occasionally. From the moment I opened the passenger side door, I knew this car ride was going to be different. He asked if I had any musical preference, and I casually declined, as I usually do. I’ve always wanted to spend a day just sifting through his playlist and finding out what floods his temporal lobes. I figured we had a good 20 minute drive ahead of us, so I sifted and searched. Avenged Sevenfold, some hardstyle, epic scores, what have you. We shuffled as we drove, discussing band members and being hipsternoxious about how some great bands rose to the mainstream as we cruised down the highway.

Eventually, we turned onto my street. On the way there, I was secretly hoping we would veer off down the private neighborhood street for a few minutes just to take in our last moments together of the evening. My heart skipped a few beats when I heard his turn signal flick on. Calculating timing and what seemed reasonable, Bryant turned to me and said, “Alright, one last song, and then I have to bring you home.”

And it was in that moment… the song that had started it all… the song that began to blossom my love for him… the moment I heard that first piano chord. The night he wrote me that letter. The night I wrote back. The night he said he wanted to be with me for quite some time. The night I told him I was torn, but knowing in my heart that I wasn’t. That he was what I wanted, and nothing else. The night I plotted my escape from the prolonged relationship that held me in shackles.

I leaned over the center console and held my face close to his, feeling the heat radiating off of his cheeks. Everything resurfaced, and there was only one way my instincts told me I could handle myself. I met his lips, and it was like the first time all over again. Charlie’s house. Spring break. The Disney trip. The Tennessee stars and those goddamn windmills. Sam’s house. Hayden’s house. God’s Mall. My house. The stairwell. Prom. All of it.

Thank you God, for all these little wonderful, unexpected, beautiful moments life brings. <3

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