"You make me feel different," i told him.
He does.
But sometimes i'm afraid it's just the alcohol.

When we left, he waited outside for us.
"i'm sorry if i upset you," i told him, clinging to his arms.
"You didn't upset me," he said.


Sometimes i'm afraid that Orpheus will come back like he was before.
i'll be too afraid to listen to him again, even though he knows what's going on, and that he misses my stories and uses my words.
i remember one time when i told him that he was amazing, and that i wish he wouldn't doubt himself so much.
i matter more than anyone else on this planet, sometimes.
Kind of like when i told him that he was so beautiful and that i wish he saw himself the way i did.

i'm afraid that i'm going to end up being another fleeting memory for him.
And that i'm going to take something away that no one has ever had.
i don't want to do that.
i wish Orpheus had never came back, even though i always knew he would...