are you ten years ago?

“Sometimes it’s as if I can summon you with my thoughts.”

A classic double take, it’s such a cliché that it doesn’t even sound like the truth.
Or puzzling hesitation because you could feel yourself spiraling out of control. I’m sure that’s been interpreted the wrong way over and over. The endless moments of almost, like standing too close, like our legs touching when we sat, like your arm brushing against mine as you lost your balance walking home, like a hug lasting for too long. Like overthinking.
Like goodbyes for an hour. Or maybe forgetting the goodbye. Like comfortable silence, but speaking without words. Or regretting coming over, or regretting leaving. That stupid smile that you can’t wipe off your face, or the tears you can’t seem to stop. Words you can’t say, or can’t swallow.
Perhaps chasing, or running. Sometimes hiding. Those times giving in.

Replay, rewind, repeat. Set to loop.

It’s a rare luxury to have been unable to fall out of love again.