Say You Swear

Me: here’s my number in case you want to, you know, call me ... maybe.

I grin at my lyric of choice and wait for his reply.

Romeo: hahaha. Wanna know a secret?

Of course, I wanna know!

I respond a little more subtle.

Me: it’s not a secret if you tell me.

Romeo: I knew you were going to send me something about a song.

My brows pull in.

Romeo: Don’t frown.

What the…

I bite my lip and type out my next message.

Me: how?

Romeo: Well, Juliet, it won’t be a secret if I tell you

“Thank you.” I don’t mean to cry. “For this. For being here. For all things I can’t remember, but I’m sure you were there for the last few months.”

I want to black out , to shut down fully and completely, because if my girl doesn’t remember us, I don’t want to remember anything.
Not even my own fucking name.
For the first time in my life, I wish I were someone else.
I wish I were him.