1.) The first night in your apartment

Because when you told me you were sleeping on the floor of your apartment, my first thoughts were of all the ways I could lay with you.

If you loved me, I would have brought all of the blankets I owned. We’d peel dryer sheets from them as we lay them out and we’d fall asleep in our makeshift mattress. Our breath smelling like bourbon; Our skin bathed in the glow of the laptop screen we forgot to pay attention to.

And the next morning...

When you told me that your back hurt too much to make your bed

I first thought of all of the ways I would have prevented your pain.

That night, I washed my sheets with extra fabric softener.

I made my own bed as comforting as I would have made yours.