emily mejia

Two Years In

June 28th 2021 Hello darling. Can you believe it's already been two years? Two years since we became something. That something wasn’t exactly specified but we made one thing clear: we weren’t sleeping with anyone else besides each other. I love thinking about the months that came after that, the warmth in the air, the drinks we had with friends, the “playground rules” that you followed; which entailed never actually telling me you loved me but only showing it with your charismatic bullying. Two years ago, it was the calm before the storm, the one time that I felt calm and rested but also excited and exhilarated. It didn’t last very long though, did it? Because a year and 6 months ago, the universe couldn’t handle what we had. The world woke up and ate humanity whole. It chewed us all into a bloody, hopeless pulp. When I ran into your old roommate, they said you were asleep when it all happened. Which would explain why you weren't with me or calling. Not like phones were of any use at the time anyway. It all happened so quickly, it was like one second there was movement and the next, there was nothing. I imagine that you couldn’t have slept through the whole thing. Perhaps your roommate didn’t want to tell me that you were in a lot of pain before you were lulled into the deepest slumber a person could go into.