The Reveal

I’m here. I know you’re looking for me. My hand no longer crosses the console to grasp yours, my thick bleached hair no longer scratches your face while we sleep, you no longer hear my laugh from across the office in your studio, but I still laugh. I notice my scratchy hair more on my face. I still blindly reach across the console when I am in the car with others, as though their hand is yours. 

And when you see the highlights of my life pass you by on Instagram, know that there is a soul behind those picture-perfect moments that feels you, gets you, understands you– even still. 

I’m here.

Even still.

<3 M.