The Fear of Falling Apart

As I make my way down the street, a familiar sight catches on my peripheral vision. Suddenly, the feeling of nostalgia kicks me. It was like remembering your first crush, your first kiss, and your first lover all at once. I know it's him. It's got to be him.

"Brendon?" He turns around.

Just then, at that time, I remember all the memories I've had with Ryan. Late night grocery shopping, going undercover as we sneak our way out of the tour bus, and talking about our future like we can predict it.

He was still the Ryan I loved.