44School was horrendous. Skye’s name echoed through the halls. People kept asking me what happened, as if the details were a movie, or a lesson in what not to do. I already knew what not to do.
I just wanted to be left alone.
I wrote Javi a Dear John letter that night and left it in his locker the next day.
It wasn’t Javi’s fault. I just didn’t feel like I could be anyone’s girlfriend.
Dear Javi,
I can’t do this anymore. I’m no good as a friend to you or anyone else. I can’t speak your language. I can’t rest in your arms.
Why do daisies lose their petals? Why does snow turn to mud? Why do trees tower over us, with hundreds of years to our very few?
Love is just one short breath, if we are lucky to have it at all.
I try to touch it and it moves even farther away.
I feel like I’m ma
