Kristy Robertaccio

You had been the main constant in the last five months. Solve for x and it was you.

And so I sat in the windowsill of the Verizon store, stuck. I couldn’t leave or I’d lose my turn and I couldn’t run inside myself because it was filled to the brim with memories I wish hadn’t happened.

I saw everything normal in the mirror, and I was once again confronted with a recurring thought: What is wrong with me?

You see, it took the romance out of it. You click on someone, decide that the truths they decided to show were worthy enough, and you message them. No longer are the days of seeing someone across the room and introducing yourself.

The first time I saw you was through the window in my living room.