maine

t e n

maine,

i visited our spot today.

it was your favorite place to hide, to think, to just get away.

after a while, it became my favorite place, too.

it was a scary kind of peaceful, 

because i found comfort in being there.

i'm pretty sure i shouldn't feel comfort in a place that

meant too much to us both.

i should feel anger,

or hurt,

or an urge to throw myself out of our treehouse.

but the scent of butterscotch still lingers in the air,

and it's like you're still here.

but you're not.

it just feels like it.

- will