the sky is blue

()nocturnal()

The weekend was my time for staying up late.

I was in my room one night when I had the urge to talk to her.

Coincidentally, she also loved to stay up late.

"So, what are you doing so late?" I asked her.

It was twelve at night, which is usually pretty late for some people, but not for us.

"I'm just writing and watching TV," she responded.

I thought about what to say next. "So what ever happened between you and Nathan?"

It took her an extremely long time to get back to me, so long, in fact, that I started to become more and more nervous with each passing minute.

Finally she showed signs of life. "It's a long story," she said in a remorseful tone. Even though we were just texting, I could tell I was crossing over into very personal territory.

"Oh, well, it's fine if you don't want to tell me. I was just wondering since you never mention him anymore."

"He's at another school. I haven't been able to see him in forever."

My room was dark and quiet. I only had a little lamp in the corner that emitted a small area of light.

"Well, I have all night. You can tell me," I assured her.

I hope she trusts me. It's been forever since she knew I liked her.

So she told me. She told me nearly everything.

When she finally couldn't bleed anymore, I didn't text her back.

I looked up and started to tear up.

Up to then, I had resented Nathan for the time he had with her. I always blamed him for everything.

That night I realized something. I'm not the center of the universe. As deep as my story with her may be, their story can be just as important.

It was then that I realized why it took her such a long time to get over him. She really liked him.

It was then that I tossed away my resent and replaced them with better thoughts.

Thoughts of empathy.

Three o'clock was when we, at long last, went to sleep.

I felt bad for her more than ever that night. She went though a lot with Nathan.

I desperately wanted to fly over to her house and comfort her after I got her worked up.

I just wish I could tell her how I was feeling at the time. To empty my soul and pour out my feelings.

Instead I capped it off with one final goodnight.

I love you.