In her mind

A stolen glance. Shifted perspective. And loss.

I want you thinking of me, always.

Moths. Flames. Etc.

What I call jealousy is really something more primitive — the fear that I’ve simply ceased to exist in your mind.

I fly toward flames — jealousy, rejection, abandonment — and then wonder why I’m singed. Charlotte and I are working out the terms of our burning.

Recalibrating with Charlotte

I was so much older then. I’m younger than that now.

This is how you say “no” to something I’ve asked for, how you apologize to me for not having gotten it to me.

There’s a difference between fantasy and reality, between thought and action. Thoughts are never inappropriate.

Marina finally sets a boundary, and I’m relieved.