i felt known when i told you about the fight and you said

“did you cry in your room alone and paint your nails?”

and i laughed through tears you couldn’t see on the phone because distance doesn’t have those luxuries - you simply don’t see everything.

and said “yes. how’d you know?”

the “awh t” that followed was filled with emotion. i missed hearing that in your voice, it’s been awhile. i could feel you caring thousands of miles away.

“because you’ve done that since you were little” you said simply.

not long after we got off the phone.

and i sat there

in my car

and cried

because god, how i’ve missed feeling known.

known, and loved anyways.