My face is popping. Bubbles on my face are popping. I’m watching my fingers turn to liquid in my gloves. Blood finds its way into anything. I’m sitting on the floor of an empty office building, ten stories off the ground, my back against the wall, and shrapnel in my foot. Three of my closest comrades are by my side. We’re all dying, and I have this to say.
“Yeah, I loved someone once. She was the most wonderful woman I’ve ever met, and so beautiful too. I sure do miss her.”
My thoughts cause my mind to wander. I might be crying, but my face is always wet now, and there’s no more feeling, so I can’t tell for sure. I stop talking and try to sleep.
I’m so glad to have what I have with you. I hope you read this in like, a year. Then it’ll be okay that’s so weird, and we can just enjoy the feeling I felt when I wrote it.
I think I’m gonna go kiss you now.
