Conversations with the Men in My Life

My First Random

"Have you ever been in love?" he asks, lacing his

hands behind his head and leaning back onto his pillow,

like it was such a casual question.

Like it was easy to answer.

But how could I explain to him that every cell in my body

suddenly possessed the ability to vibrate,

to tingle,

to come to life all over again,

the moment you kissed me?

That my love for you came as easily as your laughter

on our late-night drives?

How could I tell him that when you left

the earth suddenly dropped from under my feet,

and I sat there vacant, floating in space

while my best friend watched me shed tears

I didn't even know were there?

I swallow your name like a dagger,

and tell him no.

The lie still burns my tongue, over a year later.