RIVER

My fingers were itching to see what Taylor had written in his letter, but I waited until the seatbelt sign went off and the plane was not cruising at the altitude he intended for me to read it.

I pulled it out with shaky hands and began to read each folded line with pain and subtle understanding. Each word felt like a tribute to a part of us that we lost during that ridiculous fight.

He dated every time he penned down a few words. Every word he couldnt say because i was too busy trying ...