Tag: letting-go, loved-and-lost, no-labels-needed

He says, “But it is really whatever, you know? You’ve saved me way more times. And we call ourselves friends.”It doesn’t matter what we call ourselves, really. “You already saved me,” I say.”That was nothing.””I’m not talking about the cave.”He wrinkles his nose.”That first day,” I say, “When you got up on the rocks to flirt with a human boy.”He smiles big, with all his ground-down teeth shining.